Daoist Qingyun assumed an impressive posture, then looked at Mr. and Mrs. Liang with a gentle and composed demeanor:
"Are you here to ask about your children's marriage prospects?"
"Yes, yes." Mrs. Liang leaned forward slightly, a bit nervous: "My daughter... Daoist Master, I'm not saying Little Chen is a bad child, but as parents, we... sigh... alas!"
She came firmly determined, absolutely not allowing her daughter to marry someone like Chen Yuan just because of a momentary emotional impulse.
But after spending most of the day, her mindset had changed.
However, this change was not firm, after all, the other's drawbacks could not be avoided.
At this moment, she could only look at the Daoist Master with hopeful eyes, wanting metaphysics to give her some decisiveness, but actually, even she herself couldn't say whether she wanted to hear a confirmation or a negation.
Daoist Qingyun chuckled: "No need to worry."
