Holy Salt

"Good. As long as I become Governor of the Lower River, I'll make sure Gourd Islet is sold to your General's Temple!" Ling Zheng agreed. "A pleasure doing business with you." Tang Changsheng smiled and held out his hand.

"A pleasure," Ling Zheng said, forcing a strained smile.

"By the way, about you and my daughter, Mr. Tang—it isn't that I, as her elder, insist on interfering. It's just... I heard that as a Mage of the General's Temple, you aren't allowed to marry? And my daughter has been engaged to someone else since childhood."

"The General's Temple isn't the Complete Perfection School. We have no rule against marriage," Tang Changsheng said evenly.

"But I heard—"

“By custom, the Sect Leaders of the General's Temple have never formally married. But quite a few have had women close to their hearts!

"As for Ling Xiaoyu's engagement, I heard about it long ago. I should thank you, Uncle Ling, for helping her go abroad to study..."

As Tang Changsheng spoke, his expression softened. Whatever schemes Ling Zheng harbored, even a tiger would not devour its cubs. He had treated his daughter well.

He had even stood up to the Lineage over her engagement. In the end, he had had no choice but to go far away to Southern Yi and settle here in the Lower River.

When all was said and done, that alone made Tang Changsheng willing to give him a hand.

Ling Zheng smiled bitterly. "The Zhang family is too mighty a match for us, and they're overbearing besides... Still, I hope you won't pursue my daughter in the future, Mr. Tang. You young people may not care whether you marry, but those of us from the older generation still want our children to live safely and find a good