Meanwhile!
The Ji Family opened its main gates to welcome someone. And who was it but the Eastern Demon, Jiang Ming, who had crossed mountains and rivers on foot to get there?
He arrived earlier than expected—a full day before Wang Teng.
The Ji Family was a little bewildered. Lately, many major powers had come to propose a marriage alliance, hoping to marry Ji Ziyue.
The Ji Family had no intention of agreeing. At the very least, a proposal would have to come from another Desolate Ancient Family, and the suitor could not be ordinary.
If a man could not even beat Ji Ziyue, coming to propose would only make a fool of himself.
But one person had caught the Ji Family's interest.
That person was the Northern Emperor, Wang Teng, who had announced that he would come to propose.
They had to admit it.
The Ji Family was tempted. Wang Teng's family was an ancient clan comparable to a sacred land.
More importantly, Wang Teng's father had arrived at the Ji Family first and declared, "My son Wang Teng has the makings of a Great Emperor."
He had gone on to mention a few of Wang Teng's exploits as casually as if he were chatting about family affairs. The Ji Family's elders, however, had listened in stunned silence.
They had heard the rumors before, but hearing them from Wang Teng's own father was another matter.
For instance, before Wang Teng was even two years old, a celestial crane had carried him into the clouds. He vanished for two months.
After that, the crane often came for him, taking him away for a month or two at a time. Each time he returned, he seemed utterly transformed.
It happened five hundred and forty-eight times.
At first, his clan had been