“I say, why are you yelling so loudly? Speak properly, it’s not like I can’t hear you. Are you a groundhog or something?” Lin Guiming rubbed his ear, clearly displeased.
“What do you know?!” The great general immediately glared at him with fury.
“Do you even know how terrifying the power of Qianming Sect is?”
“Hm?” Lin Guiming was momentarily stunned.
He thought hard but couldn’t recall any powerful sect called Qianming Sect.
“Qianming Sect… never heard of it?” He said with a puzzled expression.
“Hmph, a frog at the bottom of a well like you naturally wouldn’t know how fearsome Qianming Sect truly is…” The great general shook his head, wearing a disdainful look.
He then turned to Madame He and said, “Little sister, I’m not saying this lightly, but this time, you’ve really made a grave mistake! Now we’re all counting on the Young Sect Master of Qianming to not make a fuss about this, otherwise, the Great Qian Empire will surely suffer an unforeseen disaster—and at the root of it all is you, and you, and you…”
He pointed at the three of them one by one, then took a deep breath and turned to leave with long strides.
“Wait—”
At that moment, Lin Guiming suddenly spoke up.
“What else do you want to say?” The great general turned back, visibly annoyed.
Lin Guiming ignored him and looked toward Madame He, asking, “Shiniang, is this your elder brother?”
Madame He was taken aback but slowly nodded, “Although I don’t want to admit it…”
“I see.” Lin Guiming shrugged. “No matter what, you’re lucky. For Shiniang’s sake…”
He then narrowed his eyes.
“But… to just barge into someone’s home and cause such a scene so casually—that’s really lacking in manners.”
“Kid, what exactly are you trying to say? I have important matters to attend to and no time to waste on your ignorant babbling.”
“What do I want to say?” Lin Guiming raised his eyebrows and said, “I’m not saying anything. Just telling you…”
He pointed toward He Wanying not far away and said, “That girl may be a little dumb, but she’s my junior sister. If you want to marry my junior sister, I don’t care who you are, beat me first.”
“Foolish.” The great general snorted with contempt and, losing interest, turned and walked away.
The Young Sect Master of Qianming has a Condensation Realm powerhouse personally guiding him.
Now, barely over thirty, he is already at the Postnatal Bone Tempering stage, nearly on par with him. That young man may look like a sect member, but what ordinary sect can even be compared to Qianming Sect?
“I once thought about trying to win him over after hearing the Third Prince’s words. But now… hmph!”
This time, Lin Guiming didn’t stop him, only narrowing his eyes as he watched the other man’s retreating figure.
“Qianming Sect…” he murmured inwardly.
The iron lump being Shiniang’s brother was one thing, but Qianming Sect? That was something else entirely.
“Guiming.”
After the great general left, Madame He turned to Lin Guiming and said, “What do you mean you want to marry Wanying and have to defeat you? Have you forgotten? You are already Wanying’s husband.”
She furrowed her brows and spoke earnestly.
“Uh…” Lin Guiming scratched his head.
If she hadn’t reminded him, he might have forgotten.
“Shixiong…” At this moment, He Wanying approached with a troubled expression, nervously twisting her fingers.
“Shixiong, did I… do something wrong?”
“What are you thinking?” Lin Guiming smiled, patting her little head.
“This has nothing to do with you. Don’t worry, no matter what happens, your Shixiong is here.”
“Mm…” He Wanying lowered her head, but her head unconsciously rubbed against Lin Guiming’s palm like a spoiled kitten.
“By the way, Guiming…” Madame He frowned again. “That Qianming Sect…”
“Don’t worry, Shiniang, it’s nothing.” Lin Guiming thought she was about to say something else.
If Shiniang was going to have him do some strange thing to his junior sister again, he’d be in trouble.
But Qianming Sect?
It wasn’t worth mentioning.
Even if their sect leader personally came, it wasn’t like they could do much to Lin Guiming.
“That’s good…” Madame He said, but the prestige of Qianming Sect weighed heavily on her mind, making it hard for her to relax.
“By the way, junior sister, how was your cultivation today?” Lin Guiming quickly pushed the earlier matter aside.
After all, it was trivial to him.
Compared to that, his junior sister’s development—no, growth—was what truly mattered.
“Hmm… Wanying didn’t slack off at all!” Hearing this, He Wanying’s eyes lit up, proudly awaiting praise.