"Well done, you did well!"
Upon hearing that victory was secured on all more than ten battlefields, Zhu Rong was also full of pride and joy, laughing uproariously as he patted Qiu Changtian on the shoulder.
Qiu Changtian silently smiled and casually swallowed an elixir, stabilizing the fracture in his shoulder.
"A father who sees his son's accomplishments must reward him. What reward do you want, boy? Speak freely," Zhu Rong asked with a benevolent expression.
"Please grant me and Feng Tong your blessing to marry!" Qiu Changtian immediately seized the opportunity.
Xu Yinglian, standing beside him, had a complex expression and couldn't help but recall the time her master wanted to arrange a marriage for her. Back then, her senior brother had stubbornly refused, as if he couldn't care less about her.
Even now, in this illusion domain, her senior brother's response was far better than it had been back then…