Seemingly not noticing his shock, Sang Hong continued, “Your foundation is far too shallow. Our Sang clan can’t compare to those clans with long histories and incredible backing. If you had Yan Xuehen on your side, forget about the fact that she alone is a renowned grandmaster, she has the White Jade Sect behind her. That force wouldn’t be inferior to the great clans in any way.”

He seemed to suddenly think of something and continued, “Right, try not to offend Yun Jianyue. She’s the Devil Sect Master, and her status is special. That wouldn’t be all that beneficial to you.”

Zu An was speechless. He asked, “Uncle, did you drink a bit too much tonight? Aren’t you overestimating me a bit too much?”

The things Sang Hong was saying… It reminded him of when he was little, and he had fantasized about whether he should marry Liu Yifei or Gao Yuanyuan[1]; but in the end, those thoughts ultimately amounted to nothing.

Sang Hong said with a strange expression, “You could even deal with someone like...