The days passed one after another, quiet and peaceful.
After his match with Situ Fang, Cang Sheng gradually earned the recognition of everyone in the Situ Family.
After all, Situ Fang was several years older than Cang Sheng.
During the match, everyone had seen Cang Sheng close his eyes and rely on his senses to evade attacks.
They had also seen him attain enlightenment in the heat of battle and break through a realm. Only then did they realize that although Cang Sheng came from humble beginnings, he was a rare prodigy of the sword.
Not only that, behind Cang Sheng stood the obscenely wealthy Yi Feng.
Whenever he gave out treasures, it was as though he were tossing away garbage.
Those weapons and cultivation techniques were truly of great benefit to the Situ Family.
In truth, the most important thing was Situ Taili's attitude toward Cang Sheng.
Although Situ Taili had not said much, he had already arranged for members of the lineage to prepare a wedding for his daughter and Cang Sheng.
That was support through action.
Though he had not said it aloud, everyone could see that Situ Taili was very satisfied with this son-in-law.
Cang Sheng was somewhat afraid of Situ Taili.
It was the psychological pressure of being a son-in-law, making him feel like a thief.
The man had raised his daughter for nearly twenty years, only for her to be snatched away in a single day. As her father, Situ Taili surely could not have felt good about it.
But what could he do even if he did not feel good?
When men came of age, they married; when women came of age, they wed.
Besides, Cang Sheng truly was outstanding.
One day.
Situ Qingyi brought Cang Sheng to serve tea to her father.