The journey to Iron Sword Mountain was quiet, and they didn't expect the return trip to be just as quiet.
Neither Fang Zhou nor Yu Qing spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.
As they crossed the thousand-mile sea of clouds and gradually approached the Heavenly Sword Sect, Yu Qing suddenly spoke: "Fang Zhou... Are you seriously considering agreeing to Wu Lin?"
Fang Zhou chuckled softly: "Not a chance."
He did quite like Wu Lin's type, but everyone kept it casual and low-key. He would definitely not agree to marry her.
Even if he were to remain single for life, Fang Zhou absolutely wouldn't 'marry' a woman.
"Really? I thought you weren't opposed to the idea."
Yu Qing commented.
Fang Zhou raised his head in surprise, unable to see her face.
Yu Qing stared ahead with lifeless eyes, her picturesque face full of disappointment.
Though she was an innocent girl, inexperienced with love matters and would blush at even a glance of a raunchy text, she wasn't oblivious.
