Maybe there was, maybe there wasn't, maybe there would only be one at a certain time.
This old Daoist has only seen and heard of such a mysterious marriage in ten thousand years."
"What if I have to save her?"
"It's useless."
"If ... What if I ask her to return to the Lu family?"
Fellow Daoist, you don't understand what I mean. " " Perhaps you and I were once enemies, and we will still be enemies in the future, " the Lu Family Patriarch said. " But I'm not lying to you right now. Only by telling you the truth can I be considered to have finished my worries. "
"Why can't it change?" Xia Ji asked in a deep voice.
The ancestor of the Lu family was stunned for a moment. The old Daoist had to say something, because Fellow Daoist…It's not the sky."
Xia Ji knew what he meant by 'heaven'.
