Wu Meiying knew this wouldn’t be the last she heard of this. Zhe Dāozhe brought this up every time they met. He would not let this matter go no matter how many times she told him it was pointless, but he also wouldn’t push because her abilities to tell the future were far more important than his son’s lustful intentions toward her.
“As you know, the Thirteen Kingdom’s Tournament is coming up in one and a half years,” Zhe Dāozhe began, placing his hands behind his back. “Talented young cultivators from all over the Xiao Continent will be coming to the Xia Dynasty to compete. I assume I don’t need to tell you why this tournament is important for us?”
“This tournament is a great chance to scout out potential cultivators to join our ranks,” Wu Meiying said.
“Correct.”
The Three Celestial S
