Ling Nianlei hugged Cheng Linlan's arm and cooed, "Mother, Uncle Zhao is thirty-nine this year, old enough to be my father! I don't want to marry him! I already have someone I love! Please bless us!"
Cheng Linlan sighed softly, "For cultivators, age isn't important at all. Character, Cultivation Level, and the ability to earn Spirit Stones are what matter most. If Uncle Zhao manages to reach Foundation Establishment one day, countless families would be willing to marry off their sixteen-year-old daughters to him as wives and concubines. But since you don't like him, I won't force you. Tell me, who is this person you love?"
Ling Nianlei cooed, "I love the White Horse Swordsman, Le Feifan. He's extremely handsome! I want to roam the jianghu with him, performing righteous deeds. Mother, please bless us!"
Cheng Linlan's expression changed, "What? You actually love a mortal swordsman! I do not agree! How can a mere mortal be worthy of marrying a daughter of the Ling family?"
