Jian Ming looked to be in a tough position while he occasionally stole glances at Ye Tingrong. He was no longer his normal self, losing his shameless and fearless nature. 

“Are you still a man? Can’t even speak properly now, how shameful.” The daoist said with disdain, prompting Jian Ming to glare angrily at him.

“Be manly and propose since the time is right.” The daoist went on.

“This is the best chance indeed, that’s why all the other sects are doing it.” Paramount Scion agreed...