Qin Shiyue said with a smile, "That would be Qin himself!"
"You?" Murong Jian pointed at the white-haired man in disbelief, then laughed so hard he rocked back and forth, as though he had seen the funniest thing in the world.
Qin Shiyue did not argue, merely smiling at him.
After laughing enough, Murong Jian finally said, "Uncle Qin, don't toy with your nephew. You already know Heaven's decree—why defy it and flaunt romantic affairs before us youngsters? Though you may have methods to preserve your looks, your age is right there for all to see. Why bother?"
Then he looked at Dragon King Xu with displeasure and said grimly, "Uncle Xu, your nephew came here in earnest, yet you keep putting me off again and again. Are you looking down on our navy? Looking down on Jingyue City's Lord Commandant?"
Qin Shiyue remained all smiles. "My dear nephew, your Uncle Qin has just taken six wives and concubines, one fewer than you. If Jiaotong follows me, we will be even—you and your uncle will each have seven wives and concubines. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Y-you mean it?" Murong Jian flew into a rage. Qin Shiyue before his eyes immediately became a huge lump of cow dung. He snapped, "Qin Shiyue, I respect you as Uncle Xu's honored guest, not because I fear whatever sect you belong to. In Jingyue City, it is Lord Commandant's domain; this South Sea is our navy's territory. If you want to stir up even the smallest ripple, you must first ask me, the commander. Don't think I don't understand how you throw your weight around. Uncle Xu may fear you, but I do not. You, a white-haired foxtail flower, think you can win Jiaotong's heart?"
Having said that, he flashed Xu Jiaotong a brilliant