The Dragon Lord raised the two cups of wine left behind by the Dragon Maiden, one offering it to Fang Xing, the other holding it in hand, and looked at Fang Xing with a meaningful smile. Fang Xing's face turned red under such scrutiny, his heart thudding wildly, almost wanting to flee. Only then did the Dragon Lord raise his cup, clink it with Fang Xing's, and smile, "I must say, you calling me Old Tai Shan sounds quite pleasing!"
Fang Xing laughed cheekily, "Of course, we're family!"
The Dragon Lord glanced at him, sneering softly, "Don't get too friendly, I still haven't decided if I'll agree to this marriage!"
"Sounds like you could marry your daughter to someone else…"
Fang Xing wasn't afraid in the slightest, dismissively muttering.
