"Boy, the girl is about to become someone else's wife, and you still have the mood to stay in these deep mountains and old forests? Are you still injured and your brain is damaged?" The millennium Corpse Ginseng said to Fang Lin while munching on an ancient medicinal herb.
Fang Lin sat under an ancient tree, silently meditating, looking rather composed.
"If she wants to marry, let her marry. What does that have to do with me?" Fang Lin said, seemingly unconcerned about Dugu Nian's upcoming marriage to Crown Prince Zhou Yishui.
Corpse Ginseng glared at him and said impatiently: "You really are heartless, aren't you? Even I can't stand it!"
Fang Lin smiled: "If you can't stand it, just go to Xuan City, take out Zhou Yishui and the Emperor of Xuan. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"
"You are really losing your mind! Poor girl, she's going to be taken advantage of by Zhou Yishui." Corpse Ginseng sighed, glancing at Fang Lin to gauge his reaction.
