"Although Mr. Wuya is a bit older, he is the finest man in the Three Realms. Zhiyao, when you look for a Daoist companion in the future, use Mr. Wuya as your standard!" Shen Zhuo said to Shen Zhiyao.
Shen Zhiyao's face changed slightly, "Old Man Shen, are you joking with me?"
Where in the Three Realms could she find another man as formidable as Mr. Wuya? With Old Man Shen's lofty standards, wouldn't that mean she'll never marry?
"It's right for you to look for a Daoist companion who meets the standards of Mr. Wuya. If you can't find one, then take your time, no rush. After all, you're still young and in no hurry to marry yourself off," Shen Zhuo lightly patted Shen Zhiyao's shoulder, "When finding a Daoist companion, you must judge wisely, just like Qinghe's discerning eye."
Having said that, he walked away.
Shen Zhiyao seriously doubted whether Old Man Shen was her real father. According to him, she was doomed to be alone for life.
