Amid the swirling clouds and mist, Xuan Yan and Ouyang Mixue arrived in front of the main hall. The white brick wall stood straight into the sky at the forefront, and the fallen corners emitted an aura of aristocratic grandeur! Since ancient times, the Dantai family's main hall had been in the possession of the Dantai clan, though due to fewer masters now, it wasn't as formidable as before.
Now a genius, Xuan Yan, at such a young age, had reached the peak of spiritual communication, becoming a Spiritualist, Spirit Scholar, Spirit Practitioner, Spirit Master, and reached the initial stage of Spirit Emperor. No wonder the Ouyang family came here to arrange a marriage—Xuan Yan was a once-in-a-century prodigy; who wouldn't want him under their wing?
The gates opened, the black iron doors rolling with a metallic sound, slowly swinging open. Behind the gate, the silent, empty hall contained only two chairs.
“Grandpa, we're here.” Xuan Yan cupped his hands and greeted the Dantai family patriarch.
“Hahaha, little Yan, you've finally arrived.” The elderly man sitting in the chair, with flowing white hair and a withered face, smiled faintly. “This is Ouyang Hai, head of the Ouyang family and also Xue'er's father.” Another middle-aged man seated beside him also smiled, though looking slightly younger.
“Hello, Uncle Hai!” Xuan Yan similarly cupped his hands in greeting.
“Mm, Xuan Yan, huh? Looks like our Xue'er really is head over heels! Not bad, kid!” Ouyang Hai laughed heartily, waving his hands incessantly, looking very excited.
“Dad, what are you saying!” Ouyang Mixue shyly lowered her head.
“Oh, Xue'er still shy!” The Dantai patriarch laughed heartily, happy to have such a daughter-in-law, and thinking that obtaining her meant gaining the Ouyang family's support as well.
“Xuan Yan, you're not so young anymore; it's time for you to marry Xue'er. I say we get married in a couple of days!” Ouyang Hai was extremely delighted; the thought of such a promising son-in-law made him smile non-stop.
“This…” Xuan Yan hesitated.
“Xuan'er, I discussed this with your Uncle Hai, and it's settled!”
“Grandpa, I'm still young!” Xuan Yan still hesitated.
“All right, that's settled! Dismissed.”
A gentle breeze brushed the boy's face, the girl accompanied him by his side, smiling—ten years of worries forgotten, with the beloved nearby, the clouds roll and drift. Light arrived, yet the road ahead of the boy seemed boundless.
“Yan, I love you!”
“I love you too!” Hands met at the horizon.
PS: I wrote little, not sure how it came out. Actually, I'm better at writing modern stories. Well, come on, Shenyue!
