164 Who Would Dare to Have Impure Thoughts? (1/2)

Su Yan clasped a hand over his mouth and giggled once again, the previous nervousness already forgotten. Ah, his boyfriend really had the best ideas! Su Yan didn't stop to look for his comments just yet. After all, he couldn't be sure that there would really be some already and even if there were he'd much rather read all comments at once than only the first one. Who knew if that one would be good, after all? Thus he continued to write the meeting of Ziju An and Dou Fang Hai's father.

[”Uh … Daoist master …”

Ziju An nodded. ”Thank you for your hospitality. This one is called Ziju An.”

”Ziju An?!” Dou Jin Fu grabbed his brat and whacked his head. ”What did you just say who you brought?!”

Dou Fang Hai sniffled and rubbed his head with tears in his eyes. ”A pretty sister to marry! Why do you never listen?!”

Dou Jin Fu really wanted to slap that child again but held back. He couldn't discipline his child in front of the Daoist master! ”Ah, Grandmaster, I'm sorry. The brat is a little slow. He certainly meant no harm!”

Ziju An just laughed. ”Ah, don't worry. I've never been proposed to like that.”

Dou Jin Fu already had tears streaming down his cheeks. Please, master, stop joking! I'm embarrassed enough as is. If he had known beforehand that his brat would encounter the Grandmaster of the Jin Shan Sect today he never would have talked about marriage with him yesterday!]

Su Yan's eyes gleamed when he reached this part. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to introduce his cultivators as the super-handsome men they were?! Ah, this was too great!

[It had been so obvious that his brat would run out today to search for a pretty sister to marry later on. Why hadn't he remembered that the Jin Shan Sect would come to conduct their test on the market square today? Talking about marriage with his brat right before the test was like inviting an incident to happen! After all, who didn't know that cultivators were especially handsome people?

It was said that they stayed young forever because of their cultivation and since the impurities of the body would be shed at a certain stage it was practically impossible to find anyone who didn't look like he was crafted by the heavens themselves in a cultivation sect.

Just take a look at this Ziju An in front of them: It was said that he was the strongest cultivator of the Jin Shan Sect who had even been transferred the title of Grandmaster early on. He was probably several thousand years old but you couldn't tell at all.

There wasn't a single wrinkle on his spotless skin to the extent that he hardly looked as if he was twenty years old. His hair that had originally been black had lost all color and turned into a shimmering white that made it seem as if his head was surrounded by a halo. It was hard to even look at. The most distinctive was his eyes though. He had no idea how his brat had missed this but what should have been brown had already turned into a warm golden hue.

Feeling the gaze of those eyes on him Dou Jin Fu really wanted to run head-first against a pillar. What had given his brat the idea that this person could be casually asked to marry him?! Where did his brat get this kind of recklessness from? Certainly not from him!

Ziju An didn't know what exactly Dou Fang Hai's father was thinking but he could imagine the general direction. ”Mister Dou, could we talk for a bit?”

”Uh … sure!” Oh heavens! His brat had certainly angered this Daoist! Now he'd have to pay for his faults. Ah, having a child really wasn't easy. ”How about … going to my study?” He weakly motioned to a door.