Jin Wuchen's jaw tightened. His hands — clenched into fists at his sides — trembled.
"I wish to offer her to you, Lord Ancestor. Not as a — a vessel for power enhancement. Not as a tool for breakthrough. But as — as a concubine. A formal arrangement. An offering of alliance between the Azure Cloud Sect and — and yourself."
Tianlong's gold-crimson eyes widened. For the first time since arriving in this world, his expression shifted from boredom to genuine surprise.
"A concubine," he said. "A marriage proposal."
"Yes, Lord Ancestor."
