"Matchmaking?!" Qin Ming was startled, feeling a momentary illusion as if he was mistakenly entering the mundane world.
Soon after, he nodded knowingly.
In this foreign war, all sides suffered heavy losses, whether it was the old mountain top above the Nine Heavens or the extraordinary great influences entrenched on the ground; all wanted to take the opportunity to select potential dragons and immortal seedlings, thus choosing a son-in-law or accepting disciples became the most effective and solid choice.
Su Mohua's eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her green hair draping to her waist, shiny enough to reflect a person. She laughed and said, "Master, you have attracted the attention of many major families. Recently, several famous fairies have subtly inquired about you."
Qin Ming was glowing with delight, saying, "I know I'm handsome, but I didn't expect to be this popular."
Su Mohua was at a loss for what to say, thinking to herself, shouldn't you be a bit humble, Master?
