“Who would have thought that my clan would be able to develop our own spirit chef out of nowhere? It seems our clan is on its way to greatness,” the patriarch said with a small smile.
“Well, now you know how awesome my daughter is, do you still think your grandson is worthy of her? You better come and ask for her hand in marriage before her list of suitors increases to a level you won’t be able to handle,” the First Elder said with a smug expression as he faced the patriarch, who looked at him like he was looking at a clown.
“What are you talking about? Without my grandson, your daughter would never have achieved her full potential, what you ought to do is come and prostrate yourself in front of him and beg him to accept your daughter into his future harem,” the patriarch retorted with a
