The old man looked at Jiang Xi with a serious expression. Although Jiang Xi's eyebrows were still a little muddled, her root of wisdom was the best he had ever seen in all these years.
Hearing the old man's words, Jiang Xi quickly shook her head. "No, no, no, I'm going to get married!" In her past life, the blind fortune-teller had said that if she could not get married, she would live a short life. She had finally transmigrated and reincarnated, and she did not want to experience the feeling of death again. Jiang Xi looked at the old man as if he was a fool. She thought that if Yang Fen heard what he said, she would probably go up to him and fight him to the death. Yang Fen wanted to marry her off, but this old man wanted her to become a monk...
"You..." The old man choked. He did not expect Jiang Xi to refuse him using such a reason.
