Looking at the serious, self-righteous fat man, Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow and said calmly: "Your delusion is quite severe. Love knows no age, but it's based on mutual appreciation. Ignoring the eighteen-year difference between you and her, she doesn't like you at all, yet you still take it for granted?"
"So, I suggest you should see a psychiatrist. Listen carefully, I'll only say this once: No one has the right to meddle in the matters between Song Weiyin and me. Neither noble nor relative has the qualification."
Upon hearing this, the fat man's face sank, yet there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Shen Qiang, you know too little about the real situation of the cultivation world. In fact, for many cultivators, whether they belong to top-notch sects or families, in our eyes, they are no different from the entertainment industry in the eyes of ordinary people."
