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“No, no, you absolutely cannot join the Guiyuan Sect. Do you know what joining the Hidden Sect means?” Zhao Fangqiu quickly waved his hands.
“Joining the Hidden Sect is what we Martial Artists aspire to, right? If I join the Guiyuan Sect, Grandpa, you would also have some face,” Zhao Tingting replied.
“I might gain some face, but our family’s unique skill, the Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm, shouldn’t be lost in my generation. Come on, take me to meet your Uncle Ma. I cannot agree to you associating with anyone from the Guiyuan Sect unless that kid is willing to leave the Guiyuan Sect and become my disciple,” Zhao Fangqiu said stubbornly.
“Grandpa, you really shouldn’t have come this time,” Zhao Tingting muttered, looking dejected.
“Tingting, what did you say?” Zhao Fangqiu leaned in closer.
“Grandpa, I said you can’t be serious! That person is an inner disciple of the Guiyuan Sect; how could he possibly become your disciple?” Zhao Tingting replied helplessly. She knew her grandfather’s abilities well; he had spent his whole life practicing the Iron Sand Palm. While his palm strikes were indeed powerful enough to break bricks now, his actual combat skills were still lacking. He was just at the level of a martial arts enthusiast—good enough to fool ordinary people but insignificant in front of true masters.
“I’m not joking. My granddaughter’s husband must be my disciple to inherit the Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm,” Zhao Fangqiu stated firmly.
“Fine then, Grandpa. As long as you find someone willing to be your disciple, even if it’s nobody, I’ll agree to marry him. But I’m only giving you three years. If you can’t find someone by then, don’t hold onto that obsession and stop interfering with my love life,” Zhao Tingting said. She understood her grandfather’s temperament; although he had a terrible temper, he was still her grandfather, and she had to speak to him respectfully.
“Three years is more than enough. Tingting, let’s agree on this; no one can back out,” Zhao Fangqiu smiled.
Seeing her grandfather's reaction made Zhao Tingting hesitate a bit.
“Grandpa, how can you be so confident? Are you sure you can find a suitable person to be your disciple in three years?” Zhao Tingting asked anxiously.
What if her grandfather really found nobody? Would she have to marry him?
“Because I’ve already found a suitable candidate for my disciple. Taking the bus to Biyun was truly fortuitous. Tingting, that young man who sat next to me on the bus was quite impressive. I could tell he was different from others; he has an extraordinary aura about him. It’s just a pity he hasn’t had a great teacher guiding him; otherwise, he wouldn’t be any worse than those inner disciples of the Hidden Sect,” Zhao Fangqiu said.
Zhao Fangqiu wasn’t just saying this casually; he genuinely felt that Jiang Chen was exceptional and possessed a unique charm.
Zhao Tingting felt a few black lines forming on her forehead. Her grandfather truly lived in his own dream world; if anyone else heard this, they would probably laugh out loud.
“Grandpa, is our Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm really that impressive? How come I never knew?” Zhao Tingting asked with a serious expression.
“How would you know if you don’t practice? That young man will also head into the mountains tomorrow to see the Sword Immortal Ruins. We will definitely run into him there. When we do, you need to show enthusiasm when meeting him, understand?” Zhao Fangqiu instructed.
“Alright,” Zhao Tingting pouted; her grandfather actually wanted her to “seduce” a man.
The group continued along the stone path deeper into the mountains. Zhao Fangqiu was a typical chatterbox; even with several elders from Shen Xue Men present, he couldn’t help but ramble on while chatting with Jiang Chen.
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