Seeing Ling Tian's peculiar expression, Wu Tian knit his brows slightly. "You're not thinking of something impure, are you?"
"No... no." Ling Tian quickly shook his head, but in his heart, he couldn't help feeling resigned. How could I, a man, have any fate with another man?
"Fate can mean many things, including the bond between father and son or master and disciple, not just between husband and wife." Wu Tian, perceiving Ling Tian's thoughts, spoke with gravity. "Besides, in this lifetime, you might not have a wife."
"Not have a wife?"
Ling Tian was puzzled. How could that be possible? As a Great General, he was wholeheartedly devoted to the people. Surely, when the day came to hang up his armor and retire, to let his horses roam free in the south mountains, he would find a wife. How could he not?
