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"Would you have me take away a thousand Cloud Cities to set up the wedding venue?" Muria's mouth twitched, he seemed to be looked down upon; the girl's parents thought his family's estate was not enough, that the venue he'd prepared wasn't magnificent enough and would lose face for his granddaughter, and for the Blazing Sky God Race.
At that moment, although Muria really wanted to roar "No need," he truly lacked the confidence to say these two words. Compared to his still unfinished Xena Pus, a thousand Cloud Cities held an overwhelming advantage—there was no comparison at all. These were war strongholds capable of navigating the Void, while Xena Pus couldn't even leave the homeland world.
"How embarrassing, I feel like I have no face," this was Muria's thought. He thought long and hard but could not find a reason to refuse. He couldn't possibly say: Lord Arudiba, lending me these thousand Cloud Cities is making me lose face, so I cannot accept them.
