“What?!” Yang Qi blurted, his jaw dropping. What the sectlord had just said came completely out of the blue. He hadn’t heard anything about the situation that was just mentioned, although, to be fair, he had been completely focused on his study and research.

Only one word came to mind in regard to the sectlord asking him to consider marrying the junior empress from the Woodfern Couple Palace: absurd. It wasn’t uncommon within the dao of immortals for men and women to marry, and seek godly ascension by means of dual cultivation. And many times, having a partner in life made it easier to deal with difficult situations. But Yang Qi had never even considered such a thing. As far as he was concerned, women in general were not to be trusted. He would much rather put his faith in a sworn brother than rely on a woman.

Of course, Yang Susu and his own mother didn’t count, as they were relatives.

“As for you, Zi Qiong,” the sectlord continued, “to date, the junior pontiff of the Genesis Sanctum is still unmarried. And the pontiff recently issued an announcement saying that he hopes to find an outstanding young woman to be his wife. You definitely stand...