"Ancestor?" Upon hearing Xia Wencheng say this, Xia Yuan became anxious, not knowing what the ancestor was thinking.
The old woman beside them didn't say anything.
Being so old and cunning, she naturally knew what Xia Wencheng was planning on doing.
"Oh? What method?" Wang Ping looked playfully at the old man, clearly understanding his thoughts.
"Cough, fellow Daoist, why not leave the Sword Spirit Sect and marry Yuan'er? In that case, the vast lands of Xia will become yours as well, wouldn't that be great?"
Xia Ancestor Xia Wencheng coughed lightly, speaking with a smile.
Such a young Great Perfection cultivator and a 4th-Tier alchemist who joined the Sword Spirit Sect was truly enviable.
Because of this, he had to think of a way to poach him no matter what.
After all, Wang Ping had only joined the Sword Spirit Sect for a short while, so he couldn't have formed many bonds yet.
"Ancestor!"
