Yan Beifeng shook his head, his lips tightly pressed together, with a resolute expression, "There's no need to ask anyone, just treat it this way."
Upon hearing his words, the female cultivator was a bit worried, "The method from the Guanquan Valley He Family isn't mainstream."
She was very clear about the predicament faced by a prospective Dao partner—overcoming it would bring boundless prospects, failing would mean an abyss—his situation was too unique and had been delayed for so long. Once a choice was made, there would be hardly any chance for alteration.
Yan Beifeng smiled and uttered a heart-piercing statement, "Because he said... unfortunately, I'm not a female cultivator."
The female cultivator frowned, "Isn't that a common statement? You were never a female cultivator."
