<h4>Chapter 620: I’ll Ask For Your Hand Tomorrow</h4>


    Tian turned seventeen years old in a blink of an eye. Feng Qingling had yet to choose anyone, and neither did he look out for any suitable boys. He wascking as an uncle.


    With Feng Tian’s marriage in mind, Feng Qingling hurriedly listed all the decent boys in Nan’an City. Fortunately, as the dean of Qingyan Academy, he had the privilege to know better.


    “The new prince is good. Handsome, talented, and has good character, but...” Feng Qingling thought of Si Rong and shook his head quickly while saying, “Those in the royal family are most ruthless, so it’s better not to choose a royal person.”


    “Uncle...”


    “There’s a student in the academy. A young genius who started two years ago... too young, too impulsive, not suitable for you.”


    “Uncle...”


    Feng Qingling did not seem to have heard her calling him. He continued with his thoughts and said, “I heard of a new master in Feishuang Pavilion. He seems fine, but he’s not as famous as you, so that’s not suitable.”


    Feng Tian tried to interrupt him several times but failed. He seemed to be immersed in his own world, which made her very helpless but also warmed her heart.


    She thought to herself, ‘If Mo Bai knew about this, he might punch someone’.


    Feng Qingling toggled between a few candidates but there was no one suitable. He said, “They’re all good men, but none really worthy of you”.


    “Uncle.” Tian said seriously, “I already have a candidate, and he’ll being tomorrow to propose a marriage.”


    “You chose someone?” Feng Qing looked up in surprise.


    Feng Tian nodded and replied, “Yes.”


    “He’sing to propose a marriage tomorrow?”


    Feng Tian still nodding, “So, I’ll have to trouble uncle.”


    Feng Qingling acknowledged and stayed silent for a while, before raising his head to ask, “Where’s he from? How’s his character? How does he look? Is he talented? What’s his family background? How’re his parents? Siblings? How’s the family culture...?”


    Listening to Feng Qingling’s endless questioning, Feng Tian couldn’t help but interrupt saying, “Uncle, he’s the Wargod Si Mobai.”


    “His parents have to be good, can’t be...” Feng Qingling registered her words before he could reach the end of his sentence. He was stunned for a moment before asking, “Who are you talking about?”


    Did he hear it right?


    Feng Tian said seriously, “Wargod Si Mobai!”


    “Like the Demon King? That god? The victorious Wargod?”


    Feng Tian nodded and gave a soft and quiet acknowledgement.


    “The misogynistic warlord?”


    “Yes.” Feng Tian couldn’t help but smile slightly. She felt that the world’s impression of Si Mobai was that he was misogynistic and didn’t like women.


    Feng Qingling raised his hand and said, “Let me digest this for a while and think about it.”


    The Wargod had always been a famous and frightening image in the Guiyuan Continent. What mattered more was that he was misogynistic and did not like women. Feng Qingling felt that something was wrong with that.


    Feng Qingling was struggling. He felt that Si Mobai was eptable in all aspects except for his misogyny.


    “He always has on a stone cold look on his face, just like an iceberg. How can you bear with such indifference?” This was also a bad thing.


    Feng Tian thought for a moment and replied, “He’s okay.” She did not seem to have seen how cold Mo Bai was. He seemed to have always been gentle with her.


    “The Wargod is pretty good, but I’m afraid that you won’t be able to entirely subdue him, and might hurt yourselfter on.” Feng Qingling thought for a while and looked at Feng Tian, “Should we change to someone else?”


    As soon as the words left his mouth, the air became steely cold as a voice called out, “Uncle, who would you like to rece me with?”


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