"Thank you, Sect Master!" Feng Qi bowed deeply, his heart filled with a mix of emotions, but mostly with gratitude. As a son, he naturally didn't want his father to be scorned by everyone after his death, nor did he want the Feng family to be ostracized by their fellow disciples. He hadn't expected the Sect Master to have considered this so early on. He instantly felt a sense of relief. He glanced at the Sect Master, and for some reason, he felt like saying something more. A thought that had been hidden in his heart could no longer be suppressed and surfaced.
"Sect Master... Fengqi has another request."
"Huh?" she asked casually.
Feng Qi's eyes suddenly darted around, her face gradually flushing red. She clasped her hands together, and after a long while, she stammered, "It's...it's like this! I'm about to break through, and I believe I'll be able to successfully form my Nascent Soul soon..."
"Oh, and then?" She had already seen this on Ling Qi's report.
“At that time…at that time…” Feng Qi’s eyes darted around, and after a while she gritted her teeth and said with a determined look, “I am a magic cultivator, and my combat skills are second only to sword cultivators. Even if I have just formed my Nascent Soul, I will definitely be able to defeat Elder Wei Bi at that time!”
"Huh?" Wait, how did we get involved with Kui Bi again?
“So…” Feng Rong suddenly raised her head and said, word by word, “Please grant me permission, Sect Master, to ask Senior Sister Shuiyan for her hand in marriage!”
"..."
Click...
Youyou almost slid off the chair because she wasn't sitting properly.
Damn! Your twisty turns almost broke my leg!
Wait, what's wrong with you all? Why is it the hookah girl again? Did she really get some kind of Mary Sue script?!
Also, if you propose marriage under these circumstances, people will think you're selling your father, you know?
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