Mount Putuo with its lustrous cliffs and groves of Bodhi trees was suffused with surging golden mist.
There were numerous ancient temples at its summit inundated by a Buddhist glow while the bells tolled pensively in the background.
"What? Marry?!" Jiang Luoshen cried out in shock. Her impressive figure was clad in a long robe, accentuating all or curvaceous figures. She was truly full of beauty and charm.
"It's not marriage. It's recruiting a son-in-law," her mother corrected.
Jiang Luoshen was on Mount Putuo recently, cultivating both her body and spirit. This national goddess, with a Buddhist scroll in her hand, possessed a different type of style.
However, she was currently pale and terribly shocked. She naturally had her own visions for future romance but her family had brought this up too suddenly.
"I'm not moved by him," Jiang Luoshen denied swiftly.
