"No! No problem! Absolutely no problem!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo jolted back to his senses and shook his head like a rattle.
What a joke!
How could anything a god did be a problem?
This was true passion! A warrior's tender heart!
"I... I'll see to it right away!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice rose with excitement.
This was wonderful news!
His Highness the Holy Son was getting married!
If word got out, all of Spirit Hall—no, the entire Douluo Continent—would be shaken!
And he, Chrysanthemum Douluo, would be a direct participant in and witness to this historic event. What an honor!
When he wrote his memoirs, he could open with: "It was a sunny afternoon when the great His Highness the Holy Son entrusted me with a secret mission that would shape the future of the continent..."
Just imagining it was thrilling!
"Wait." Lin Ye stopped him again.
"Do you have any other instructions, Your Highness?" Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed at once.
"Tell Ning Fengzhi that if he handles this well, I'll reward him handsomely," Lin Ye said calmly.
"I can even consider helping him solve the Martial Soul Evolution problem for the Seven Treasure Hall disciples once and for all."
"Hiss!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo sucked in a sharp breath.
Solve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul's evolution problem once and for all?!
Good heavens!
That was more than a reward. It was a gift of a whole new future!
If that old fox Ning Fengzhi heard this, he'd drop to his knees before His Highness the Holy Son and call him "Dad" on the spot!
His Highness the Holy Son knew exactly how to wield favor and authority!
"Understood!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed even lower, his admiration for Lin Ye surging like an endless river.
"Go. I want to see the ring before