Lu Yang watched with furrowed brows as the Fusion cultivators flew away, his mind restless.

“What’s wrong? Can’t bear to see them leave? Hope they’ll come to propose marriage?” Meng Jingzhou teased with a grin.

Since the celebration ended, a steady stream of marriage proposal delegations had come knocking for Lu Yang, a sight that filled Meng Jingzhou’s heart with envy. Seeing Lu Yang gaze wistfully at the departing procession, Meng Jingzhou couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from turning upward.

Lu Yang shook his head, voicing his concerns. “I’m worried they’ll realize they can ambush Shifu by proposing marriage to me. If that happens, even more people will come to propose marriage.”

Meng Jingzhou, “...”

Should’ve kept my damn mouth shut.

Lu Yang felt that given his master’s talent for making enemies, it wouldn’t be all that surprising if...