Outside the house.
Cheng Shuang's face was a picture of sorrow.
Inside the room, Cheng Lingyu hid her face in the blanket, silently sobbing. She felt that living like this was worse than death itself.
"Senior..."
Cheng Shuang gritted her teeth and transmitted her voice: "You've seen the condition of my daughter... The Innate Fire Body, a chance that should occur only in men, has appeared in her—a woman..."
Ning Daoran stepped forward and transmitted back, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, feel free to speak. I'm listening."
"Yes!"
Cheng Shuang said, "Following me, Lingyu will only suffer a painful death, so... I wish to offer the Primordial Yang Warm Jade as a betrothal gift in hopes that Senior will accept my daughter Cheng Lingyu."
"Hmm?"
Ning Daoran frowned, "What do you mean?"
