Tailing

Zhao Min suddenly remembered something.

"Junior Brother, was the cultivation you spoke of over the past few years actually you secretly planning this all along? But... but your nerve is far too great..."

Zuo Qing had been in an increasingly foul mood lately. Nearly three years had passed, yet his plan had made virtually no progress, leaving the elders of his branch deeply dissatisfied.

"These old immortals only know how to rush me! Zhao Min spends most of her time in seclusion—what can I do? Tell me!

"When I occasionally ran into her before, she would not yield an inch. The moment I tried to approach her, she would use the Grand Elder to crush me. Can any of you bear all the consequences for me?

"You call me incompetent? If you have the ability, find someone else to try! Decades have passed already—who has ever sampled her fragrance..."

Zuo Qing paced back and forth inside his room. Thinking of how the clan elders had summoned him today made the frustration in his heart grow even more stifling.

Zhao Min was within the "Holy Demon Palace." Though the "Holy Demon Palace" was vast, to people like them it was practically within arm's reach. Yet even with his status as a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he could not get close to her.

In recent years, he had been unable to cultivate with peace of mind. The elders of his branch questioned him about his progress at regular intervals.

It seemed that, as Zhao Min's cultivation steadily rose, they had all realized her importance. Once Zhao Min succeeded in forming a Nascent Soul one day, arranging a marriage alliance with her would become many times more difficult than it was now.

At that time, every branch would rack its brains to prevent