He merely looked at the girl beside him. She appeared very calm, but her arms swung less than usual.
Two prophecies.
The first should have come from Ling.
Then the second must have been the divination of Otsutsuki Yinggao, who had fallen from her divine pedestal.
What she had divined, if nothing unexpected had happened, was likely a supplement to Ling's prophecy.
A supplement that had made her choose to take the initiative, at least somewhat...
Perhaps it was the answer to the mystery of her origins.
Russell's expression softened as he looked at Elysia.
She must have been under a great deal of psychological pressure too.
He stepped forward, wrapped an arm around the girl's swan-like neck, and kissed the corner of her lips.
Under the approving gaze of the elderly woman leading the way, he tightly held Elysia's hand.
"It's time to follow Auntie."
He started walking, following the village official, who was actually old enough to be called a middle-aged auntie.
"Young man, good."
The old woman very fashionably tossed an English phrase at Russell.
It was clear that successfully urging a couple into marriage was something she found immensely praiseworthy.
Of course, young people found it satisfying too, provided they were the ones urging others to marry rather than being urged themselves.
"Mhm, mhm."
Russell nodded as well and chatted with the old woman.
Perhaps because he had learned from Elysia, he occasionally targeted the old woman's weak spots with deliberate green-tea tactics.
Before long, he had practically become the old woman's god-grandson.
Then she led them to the entrance of the hotel.
"Alright, this is the place."
The old woman held Russell and Elysia's hands, looking as delighted as though she were seeing her own grandson and granddaughter-in-law.
"Thank you, Grandma."
Russell shamelessly went along