Old Zheng stroked his beard, as though something had suddenly occurred to him.
Zhou Chen came from a poor family. If he could find a well-off household willing to support him wholeheartedly, wouldn't that spare him many detours on the path of cultivation?
Living off a woman, marrying his way up—whatever anyone called it, it was a viable path.
With that in mind, Old Zheng looked over the female disciples in the courtyard. After ruling out those who were already engaged or came from ordinary families, his gaze settled on Liu Fei and Sun Yingying.
The Liu Lineage and the Sun Household were in similar circumstances, but he had heard that the Liu Lineage had already begun arranging introductions for Liu Fei. That seemed to leave only Sun Yingying.
So Old Zheng turned to her and asked, "Yingying, I hear Liu Fei has started meeting prospective husbands. Has your family arranged a marriage for you?"
Sun Yingying shook her head. "Master, not at present."
That was what she said, but she had plans of her own.
She had always had high standards. She wanted a husband who could at least make a bid for Second-Rank Martial Artist. She had taken no interest in any of the men her family had introduced.
She had once felt some affection for Shen Ao. Her fourth senior brother knew when to advance and when to retreat, and he had both ambition and cunning. But after several encounters, Shen Ao had shown no interest in return, and her feelings had gradually faded.
Hearing this, Old Zheng took the opportunity to ask, "Then allow me to make a suggestion. What do you think of your junior brother Zhou?"
Even Zhou Chen, who had been quietly rejoicing over the Blood-Boiling Pill in his hand, froze.
He never