Manager Wan, feeling helpless, then spoke, "Also, I've asked someone in Xianyang City to arrange a marriage for you. Or else..."
"No, no, no!"
Zhao Lvzi's face turned red, and he quickly waved his hands, "No need, Uncle Wan, I'll figure it out myself."
Having said that, he fled in a panic.
Watching his retreating figure, Manager Wan's face was a picture of helplessness.
After leaving Shangyi Village, Zhao Lvzi quickened his pace and, in less than an hour, returned to the Mountain God Temple on the mountain.
There, the previously disheveled Mountain God Temple was now spotlessly clean, and a woman was humming a tune while weaving reeds into mats.
Her complexion was fair, and her beauty was exceptional. Despite wearing coarse clothing and doing the work of a farmer's wife, her delicate jade hands had grown somewhat rough, yet her demeanor was composed, as if picking flowers in a garden.
Seeing Zhao Lvzi, she smiled gracefully, "You're back?"
"Mm."
