Na Yan shook her head helplessly, patting Xuan Ye on the shoulder, and said, "I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow." After speaking, she also returned to her own simple tent.
Ballon and Xuan Ye looked at each other, "Xuan Ye, your father-in-law is really getting old, he no longer has the sharpness he used to have. This time, let's show off our skills. It's been a long time since we've had a worthwhile opponent. Be careful tomorrow, don't make me protect you, haha!" Feeling the deep friendship contained in Ballon's tone, Xuan Ye smiled and said, "Who will protect who by then is still unknown, right? And don't forget to help build some merit for your son. I can then talk to the Pope about his marriage to Yue Yue. I hope that girl Yue Yue can settle down sooner rather than later."
Ballon laughed heartily and said, "Ah, you're good at everything, but you spoil your daughter too much. If it were me, I would never let her leave the church that easily."
