"I hope Uncle Ning will agree."
Ning Liang shifted his gaze from Zhao Jin and, upon hearing Cheng Guang's words, scratched his head and laughed heartily, "Princely Heir, of course, there is no problem."
"It is our good fortune at the Taihao Sword Sect to have the Princely Heir stay with us for a while, please, stay as long as you like! Even getting married here at the Taihao Sword Sect wouldn't be an issue!"
As he spoke, excitement took over Ning Liang — he clapped his hands and said:
"This is great! This is great! I will take the Princely Heir to meet my daughter Qianxue in a bit! The wedding chamber tonight!"
Cheng Guang was startled by Ning Liang's enthusiasm but did not find it unpleasant.
This father-in-law seemed to be quite agreeable.
Cheng Guang briefly dealt with Ning Liang, then turned to Zhao Jin and said, "Zhao Jin, you go back first; just say that I have been executed by your hand."
"No matter what happens afterward, don't concern yourself with it."
