"Huh? Just this—"
Wang Wu was bewildered, "I say, little sister, what are you thinking? In terms of emotion and reason, everything here naturally belongs to the Frost Monarch, even I belong to the Frost Monarch. In the future, I'll live as a person of the Frost Domain and die as a ghost of the Frost Domain. I'm willing to swear upon the Great Dao..."
"No need to swear." Qingxue stopped Wang Wu, "My master said you did a great job this time. She is very grateful to you, and doesn't even know how to thank you, so she can promise you five requests."
"Can five requests exchange for you?" Wang Wu was overjoyed, half-jokingly saying, not thinking it too out of line.
Cultivators are free and unrestrained, so can't they even take a joke? What's wrong with teasing a bit?
It's not that he must marry Qingxue; he just thinks she is very suitable to be the main wife.
That's all.
