"From the perspective of Junior Brother Gu," said Zheng Shishi coldly as she began to place her pieces on the gameboard, "having a Dao companion seems like a not-so-bad choice."
"Though Brother Zhao's words leave something to be desired, I suppose they are barely acceptable," she continued without showing any warmth.
"Haha..."
"Indeed, they are lacking, nowhere near as exceptional as Junior Brother Gu's defiance of the heavens."
"It's good that you've come to understand, so now I can fulfill the entrusted wish of Master with his dying breath."
"In a few days' time, I shall report to the Sect and prepare for our marriage."
Zhao Chen did not feel any displeasure at her words; his Master was Junior Sister Zheng's father, and he had grown up with her like childhood sweethearts. A hundred years ago, when their Master encountered disaster and on his dying bed entrusted her to him, she had always been indifferent to the idea, consistently refusing.
