After hearing Yanshuang's firm response, Yun Yunxun shook his head with a smile and said no more.
His niece was exceptionally talented, the most gifted spirit-root cultivator in the clan, and skilled in artifact refinement. In the future, she would also learn the art of alchemy.
How could she marry into the Yulin Wang family to bear children and strengthen their lineage?
Not only would he oppose it, but so would his brother Yunshan, his cousin Yunyang, and the entire Yun clan.
To Yun Yunxun, Wang Liyuan—even as the most talented scion of the Yulin Wang family—was no match for his niece.
As they prepared to head to the docks to board their boat, Yun Yanshuang's gaze was drawn to a roadside stall.
Among the various items on display, a fist-sized, vibrant green spirit ore caught her eye.
She approached the stall and crouched down, picking up the ore to inspect it. "Fellow cultivator, how much for this spirit ore?"
