At this moment, the aura emanating from Wang An was the aura of a superior that he had cultivated over many years. He was no longer the spoiled young man who could be complacent about a few hundred taels of silver and beam with joy at opening another shop.
But Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye both thought it was a good thing.
The world of cultivators changes generations more slowly than that of mortals; sooner or later, they will ascend to the upper realm.
They can't always protect those around them like chicks, nor can they possibly protect everyone perfectly. Therefore, nothing makes them happier than seeing their loved ones and friends gradually become stronger.
"Yes, Chairman," the honest middle-aged man named Fuqian replied respectfully, then turned and went down the mountain.
After Wang An finished giving orders, he realized that Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye hadn't even said a word yet, but he had already done the job. He awkwardly touched his nose and said, "I'm sorry, this... I'm used to ordering people around. I've made a fool of myself in front of the Ninth Prince and Ninth Princess."
"Clear thinking, clear goals, and decisive actions—you did a great job," Shang Xiye said with a look of satisfaction, her gaze towards Wang An softening like never before. "It seems those two hundred years you gained weren't for nothing. Now you're qualified to call Yao'er 'sister.'"
Wang An's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak.
"But," Shang Xiye immediately interrupted Wang An, who was about to blurt out, and said in a deep voice, "You dare to call me brother-in-law and see what happens?"
Wang An: "..."
He pursed his lips resentfully, swallowing back the words that were about to come out.
Ji Fengyao, Wuying, Wuhen, Xique, Cao Xiaosi, and the others couldn't help but chuckle as they watched Wang An suffer a setback.
Wang An was slightly embarrassed for a moment, then smiled and said happily, "Alright, alright, it's good that you allow me to call you 'sister.' To receive your approval and praise, Ninth Prince, makes me, Wang An, feel fulfilled. If I have the chance to see my father, mother, brother, and princess sister-in-law again in the future, I will tell them, and they will surely be happy."
Finally, this guy was secretly amused by himself: What's the difference between letting me call someone my sister and letting me call someone my brother-in-law?
If I don't call you, does that mean you're no longer my sister's husband?
If I don't call you by your name, how can people not know you're my brother-in-law when I mention my sister's name outside?
While the Danzong members were chatting with Wang An, waiting for the Kanglong Chamber of Commerce to bring back the troublemakers from Tongcheng.
On Han Yuzong's side, Zhou Zhengqiao was sitting on a blue stone at the foot of Han Yuzong Mountain, caught in a dilemma.
He was undecided, so he walked down.
But even on his way down the mountain, he still couldn't decide what to do:
On one side is the master, whose orders cannot be disobeyed.
On one side is the sect, and the sect's honor cannot be destroyed.
He didn't know why his master, who had always been so protective of the sect, had suddenly given him this dilemma of choosing between loyalty to the sect and filial piety.
His master's decision shattered the image of his revered master, which was once radiant with boundless glory, leaving it cracked and devoid of its brilliance.
Just as he was hesitating, two gusts of wind rushed down from the mountain and came to his side.
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
Two familiar and humble voices rang out above Zhou Zhengqiao.
Zhou Zhengqiao looked up and saw his two junior brothers, Huizheng and Wang Ye, who were under the Fifth Elder's seat.
The Fifth Elder had a good relationship with his master, Ling Du, so Zhou Zhengqiao also had a good relationship with Hui Zheng and Wang Ye.
Upon seeing that it was them, Zhou Zhengqiao stood up and returned their greeting.
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