After arriving at the reception hall, the Medicine Saint asked little Fang to pour tea for the guests.

Zhou Ziqing was considered his good friend. Many of his transactions with the Wudang Sect were done through Zhou Ziqing, so such an important guest's visit needed to be handled properly.

Little Fang dared not disobey her master's command, so she brought a teapot to pour tea for Zhou Ziqing and Mu Xueqing.

However, seeing the red-dressed woman and the striking red gifts, she felt uneasy, as if something significant was about to happen.

After sitting down, the Medicine Saint curiously asked, "Brother Ziqing, with such grand gifts and a beautiful bride in red, what are you up to?"

"Brother Guangming, everything is thanks to your good disciple!"

Zhou Ziqing from the Wudang Sect cut straight to the point without wasting words.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?"

"Your good disciple has sullied my disciple's reputation. If this matter is not resolved, how will my disciple face anyone in the future? Therefore, I am here to propose marriage on behalf of my disciple."

"Clang!"

Just as he finished speaking, a sound of pottery breaking echoed.

The broken item was the teapot. Little Fang, who was pouring tea for Zhou Ziqing, was so startled by his shocking words that her hand shook, and she could no longer hold the teapot filled with hot tea, causing it to fall and shatter on the ground.

Hot tea splashed on Zhou Ziqing's foot, causing him to become furious: "You clumsy maid, why are your hands and feet so uncoordinated?!"

"Elder, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I..." Little Fang hastily apologized, utterly terrified.

"Sorry, what sorry? Hurry up and clean this up for me." Zhou Ziqing harshly scolded.

At this point, the Medicine Saint couldn't bear to watch any longer and intervened on Little Fang's behalf: "Brother Ziqing, please forgive her. My disciple is naturally clumsy; let her go!"

He understood why Little Fang made a mistake, as no woman would feel good hearing her partner was planning to marry another woman.

"This is your disciple?"

Zhou Ziqing was a bit surprised; the Medicine Saint letting a direct disciple serve him tea showed a high level of respect.

"Yes!" The Medicine Saint nodded in acknowledgment.

After receiving this confirmation, Zhou Ziqing changed his serious demeanor and gently apologized: "Young lady, I'm sorry, my tone was harsh just now, please don't take it to heart."

He came to seek help from the Medicine Saint, thus he needed to maintain a humble attitude; moreover, he owed the Medicine Saint a favor and didn't want to lose face.

"It's alright!"

Little Fang lowered her head, then squatted down and rolled up her sleeves, about to clean Zhou Ziqing's foot.

The fault was hers, so she had to take responsibility for her actions and must not let her master lose face.

Seeing this, Zhou Ziqing hurriedly bent down, stopping her: "Hey, hey, hey! Young lady, you mustn't, you mustn't. Doing this would put me, Zhou, in an awkward position. I am friends with your master, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Elder, I was at fault first, so I need to bear the consequences." Little Fang insisted on cleaning Zhou Ziqing's leg of the tea.

Zhou Ziqing hastily stopped her: "Stop, stop! I won't hold this against you, so you needn't worry about it; it's just a bit of hot tea, hardly enough to hurt an old man in the True Master Realm like me, I was merely joking with you."

"Hehe! Right, Little Fang, there's no need to feel guilty, it's fine!"

Her master had spoken, and Little Fang didn't want to persist any longer to prevent making everyone uncomfortable, so she returned to the Medicine Saint's side.

Mu Xueqing, sitting next to Zhou Ziqing, also got slightly splashed by the hot tea, but she remained composed, as this was not her territory after all.

Looking at the woman in pink clothing, she noticed that the other seemed to be burdened with worries, unclear about what had transpired.

Seeing the position where the woman in pink stood, combined with her identity, she suddenly recalled something.

After returning from the small world, she went home and looked into Lin Yifan's background, discovering he had four wives; one of them was his senior apprentice sister and a fellow disciple of the Medicinal Saint Valley, but she wasn't certain if it was the woman in pink clothing before her.

In fact, after learning that Lin Yifan had so many women, she became even more resolute in her decision not to marry him; and her reason for coming today was to resolve this matter.

She knew Lin Yifan wouldn't marry her, so using Lin Yifan to dispel her master's idea of a "commercial marriage" was the best strategy. Otherwise, her master would be persuading and pressuring her day and night.

On the other hand, little Fang's mind was a blank, unsure whether she had fallen for the wrong person.

She had initially thought Lin Yifan having the four of them was sufficient, not expecting the addition of more wives and concubines, wondering if he had already given up on younger sister Qingqing and big sister Jiajia?

"It's impossible; I believe in Yifan, I believe he would never do such a thing."

Everything was based on the other party's words; Lin Yifan hadn't even come out to confront them yet, so why was she rushing to conclusions?

This brief interruption couldn't halt the marriage proposal, so Zhou Ziqing returned to the main topic, asking: "Brother Guangming, how do you intend to resolve my disciple's sullied reputation?"

"Could this rumor be true?"

The Medicine Saint had heard of this matter too, and it was thanks to Mu Xueqing's confirmation that cultivators from various sects knew that the Orange Immortal Ring was taken by Lin Yifan.

"This is by no means baseless talk; many people can testify to it," Zhou Ziqing replied.

"Oh? It seems it's time to call that mischievous boy out to take responsibility for this young lady."

With that, the Medicine Saint angrily ordered: "Little Fang, tell your junior brother Xiaofan to come over!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xiaofan was thinking the same, as only Lin Yifan could resolve her inner doubts.

Lin Yifan, who was cultivating in his room, was unaware that Mu Xueqing had shamelessly come to propose marriage.

At the time, he hadn't done anything; he had just taken off a few outer clothes, and throughout the whole time, his head was turned away, not seeing anything; if he had to be responsible for that, it would be too unjust.

"Knock-knock! Knock-knock!"

The door was tapped a few times, and Lin Yifan, who was cultivating, opened his eyes, slightly annoyed, asking: "Who is it?"

"Yifan, it's me! Master asks you to go to the reception hall to see him!" Little Fang responded from outside the door.

"Reception hall? I'm not a guest, why go to the reception hall?"

Lin Yifan was speechless, but since the Medicine Saint called him, there must be something going on, so he left the room and followed Little Fang over.

"Creak!"

As the door opened, Lin Yifan immediately saw Little Fang, whom he hadn't seen in days.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward to give her a hug; unfortunately, Little Fang, somewhat annoyed, pushed him away, seeming to have something on her mind.

"Fangfang, what's wrong? Why the pout? Who's the jerk that upset you?" Lin Yifan curiously asked.

"Who else, you're the only one in the whole world!" Little Fang replied, puffing with annoyance.

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