"Feng Yan, what do you mean by this? Do you really think you're considering Nangua's best interests? If you really were, you wouldn't be stopping me. Look, it's been so many years, you know how Nangua is doing better than I do, so what's wrong with finding another Dao partner?"
The female cultivator put her hands on her hips and scolded.
Feng Yan, however, responded coldly. She knew the other party was not wrong, and over the years, she had tried to persuade Nangua periodically.
But she understood that this matter required Nangua's consent, otherwise, it was all in vain.
"Daoist Ming is indeed a good match, but Nangua simply doesn't like him, and she can't be compelled against her will." Feng Yan, being voluptuous and imposing, overshadowed the other in her aura.
However, the female cultivator had come prepared and said, "Daoist Ming has waited so long, his sincerity is evident. Nangua is merely being obstinate; if you talked to her more, wouldn't it make things happen?"
