On the mountainside of Zixiao Peak, inside a spacious courtyard, Zhou Wenqing sat alone, sulking.

Three days earlier, Yuewu had informed her that a letter had arrived from the Zhou family. After reading it, Zhou Wenqing had remained in low spirits. Yuewu stayed by her side, unsure how to console her young miss. She had also read the letter, and its contents matched exactly what Lin Xiao had guessed—an arranged marriage.

The imperial clan of Great Flame had formally proposed a marriage alliance to the Zhou family, and the proposed bride was Zhou Wenqing herself.

"Miss, at worst you can simply remain at the Great Luo Sacred Sect. Use closed-door cultivation as an excuse and refuse to return for over a decade," Yuewu suggested. She was trying to buy time for Lin Xiao; she knew how terrifying his talent was. In a little over ten years, he would surely have grown strong enough.