Lin Yun had deceived many people in his lifetime, lying as easily as breathing, every time leaving people utterly bamboozled.
But this time, he was telling the absolute truth, and yet Zhao Ze clearly didn't believe him.
"Alright, I'll just tell you the truth," he said, "Your daughter now goes by the name Lin Yu, and she's my wife-to-be who hasn't yet come to my house."
Speaking of this, Lin Yun also began to feel somewhat headache.
According to the laws of this world, a man could have three wives and four concubines.
Cultivators, of course, need not abide by the mortal laws, and nobody could interfere with how many wives Lin Yun wanted to marry.
But the problem was that many of the cultivators' notions were not much different from those of the secular world, such as, who should occupy the position of the main wife?
Not to fear scarcity but to fear unevenness, Lin Yun had already foreseen that he would inevitably face turbulent times in the future.
