An arranged marriage is impossible.
In this lifetime, it's never going to happen.
Don't even mention a few more highborn witches getting involved; even the current relationship between Su Shijun and Jiang Yu already has Zheng Qing at a loss on how to handle it.
So, in the end, he made no choice.
Instead, he cupped his hands and respectfully bowed in the direction of Centimeter Mountain, indicating he needed more time to think about it. Instantly, the chatter in his ears quieted down.
The elders on Centimeter Mountain were not dissatisfied either.
Geniuses, especially those who lack nothing, being a bit prideful and reserved—isn't that normal? The experienced elders, who've seen countless geniuses, know best how to deal with such young people.
So, a rainbow light descended, sweeping Zheng Qing back to the shores of Crescent Lake.
