"I wonder if the storm caused by the engagement has been completely settled yet."
In the courtyard, Jiang Lan was pouring spirit liquid onto the vegetative egg.
It had been forty years since he left the Ninth Summit. Even if others still used him as a topic of conversation, no one would know about him.
Most people had only seen him from afar on the day of the ceremony.
It had been forty years. They should have forgotten about how he looked.
After all, to others, he was just a passerby.
No one would remember him.
An unimportant memory would naturally be thrown into a corner and forgotten.
The first thing that came to their mind was that this person had gotten lucky to have been engaged to the Goddess.
It was nothing special.
Even if someone wanted to make a move on him, they would definitely not take it seriously.
Most people would feel a sense of superiority when facing him.
"Let's wait another ten years."
