Hearing this, Su Yu's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a strange feeling arose within him.
'What's gotten into Patriarch Yang today?'
In a world where the strong ruled, having multiple wives and concubines was commonplace. But Yang Chongren was usually quite guarded around him.
'But today? Not only is he offering them, he's practically gift-wrapping them as a package deal?'
Su Yu's gaze was sharp as a blade, instantly piercing through Yang Chongren's petty, merchant-like calculations.
'He's just afraid I'll go through the motions without putting in any real effort. He wants to use a honey trap to bind me completely to the Yang Family's cause.'
His expression was calm, his tone detached but firm. "Uncle Yang, I have stated my intentions before. The path of Martial Arts is long, and I am still in the early stages. I do not wish to be fettered by romance so soon. As for this arena battle..."
