Ning Fengzhi was inwardly ecstatic, thinking to himself, As long as you like her! As long as you're interested in Rongrong, everything can be arranged!
He struck while the iron was hot:
"Since you think so highly of her, young friend, why don't we... strengthen our ties through marriage? How about I give Rongrong's hand to you?"
Beside him, Ning Rongrong's face turned so red it looked ready to bleed. She lowered her head shyly, gently twisting the hem of her clothes between her fingertips, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Chen Yang with a faint hint of anticipation.
But before Chen Yang could reply, Xiao Wu bristled on the spot and jumped forward, her face filled with urgency.
"How could that possibly be okay?! Absolutely not!"
With a thoroughly serious expression, she looked at Ning Fengzhi and loudly objected with righteous conviction:
"Rongrong and my brother are properly master and disciple! A romance between master and disciple goes against the rules of the human world! It's immoral!"
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and gave her a meaningful look, but paid it little mind.
On this continent of Soul Masters, the powerful were never bound by mundane customs. Three wives and four concubines were commonplace.
As long as he could firmly bind the peerlessly gifted Chen Yang to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, such rules were hardly worth mentioning.
He calmly dispelled her concerns. "Miss Xiao Wu, that isn't quite right. Young friend Chen Yang need only expel Rongrong as his disciple, and they would no longer share that formal relationship. There would naturally be nothing to prevent them from marrying then."
Xiao Wu immediately stamped her feet in agitation, her little face flushed with anger:
"But my brother already has me! He's mine!"
Ning Fengzhi's smile deepened at her words.