Seeing the ambition and affection rekindled in Qing Jie's eyes, Qing Chen nodded slightly, his gaze seeming to pierce through the secret chamber toward the wider world beyond Qiongzhou.
He understood very well that to truly gain a firm foothold in the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty, he needed more than this. He also needed stronger allies and a more solid foundation.
Thus, a year earlier, Qing Chen had already proposed a marriage alliance to the Iron Household.
The two sides had discussed it many times, and Qing Chen had even asked Xiao Canglan to act as his matchmaker. The matter was more or less settled.
But a clan with ten thousand years of history had many rules, and a formal marriage involving a daughter of the main line entailed many procedures;
the preliminary formalities of the three letters and six betrothal rites alone could not be completed without several years.
Still, this was actually quite normal. In many people's eyes, a Nascent Soul True Lord like Qing Chen was certain to advance to the nascent soul middle stage, as firmly settled as a nail driven into iron. Becoming a nascent soul late stage great cultivator would not be particularly difficult either.
The nascent soul middle stage granted fourteen hundred years of life, while a nascent soul late stage great cultivator had a lifespan of eighteen hundred years.
With some life-extending spirit pills and other methods, adding another two hundred years would be no problem.
To them, a few years amounted to no more than a brief spell of secluded cultivation.
At this moment, Tie Ming's younger sister, Tie Qingyao, was in the heart of Great Jin, in [Divine Capital Prefecture], the very core of the seven capital prefectures, where the imperial capital stood.
The Luo River ran through the city,