Quentin Hua saw her crying so sadly that he panicked, fumbling for words. "I... um... it's not that I want to buy you and take you home, uh... that's not right either..."
He had known Damien Gray for years, and they never needed to spell things out. What Quentin really meant was that he wanted Roxy Shangguan to follow him from now on, with whatever terms Damien set. This wasn't the usual kind of buying or selling, nor did he intend to deprive Roxy of her rights—he just didn't want anyone to compete with him for her.
But poor Quentin Hua, no matter how clever and eloquent he usually was, now found himself at a loss for words, unable to explain his intentions to a two-year-old child.
Morgan Shangguan watched the scene unfold, laughing as she collapsed into Damien Gray’s arms. It seemed Quentin Hua was utterly outmatched by Roxy—no need to worry about her being bullied!
Ethan Gray suddenly appeared like a ghost, his voice cold as he said, "Just call him brother-in-law and you can take Roxy away!"
Quentin Hua shot him a glance, gently patting Roxy Shangguan’s back and muttering, "Born of the same mother, how can there be such a difference? Not cute at all!"
Of course, Ethan Gray heard his muttering. His eyebrows twitched, and for once, he managed a rare smile, saying with deep meaning, "Roxy really is adorable!" Watching Quentin Hua run in circles, completely unaware, Ethan decided not to make things hard for him—for now, he’d let Roxy torment him slowly!
Two days later, Gu Yihan and Jing Moxhen left. Damien Gray and Morgan Shangguan prepared to continue their travels. After a night of intimacy, Morgan lay atop Damien’s chest, a little worried. "Once we’re gone, Quentin Hua will surely take Roxy away. Won’t Ethan be lonely all by himself?"
Suddenly, the two switched places. Morgan Shangguan looked up at the man above her. "What are you doing? I’m talking about something serious…" Her words were swallowed up.
The next day, Ethan Gray noticed Morgan Shangguan glancing at him now and then, her eyes tinged with worry. He furrowed his little brows and said coolly, "Mother, I’ll find someone who will always be by my side!"
Roxy nodded, "The color is beautiful!"
"Then it's yours!" Quentin Hua smiled, his eyes gleaming with charm, captivating as ever.
Truth be told, Quentin Hua wasn’t partial to pink—his usual preference was red or purple, judging by his attire. But his carriage and rooms were all pink, thanks to a prophecy from little Ma Yan. Looking at it now, that prophecy was spot-on; Roxy Shangguan really did love pink.
After half a month of travel, the carriage finally stopped at the foot of a mountain. Roxy lifted the curtain and craned her neck, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see the summit.
It was only natural—this was Yun Mountain, named for its towering peaks that reached into the clouds. And since they were still at the base, how could she possibly see the top?
It was impossible to continue up the mountain by carriage. Quentin Hua reached into the carriage, "Roxy…"
Roxy leapt into his arms, calling out, "Hua Hua…"
Before she could finish, Quentin Hua interrupted, "Call me Master!"
Roxy pouted, clearly reluctant, "Why?"
Quentin Hua curled his lips into a smile, "Because from now on, you’re my final disciple!" He’d thought it through—if Roxy Shangguan was to stay at the Bosuo Sect, she needed a proper identity. This was the best choice: no one would dare bully her, nor envy her, since she was his only disciple. And since he was still young, no one would covet the sect leader’s position so soon, keeping her safe.
Roxy looked at him and reluctantly nodded, but insisted, "Hua Hua sounds nicer!"
Quentin Hua sighed helplessly, then shook his head and laughed, "You really do love flowers! Don’t worry, there are plenty at the summit."
Quentin Hua held the little girl tightly, tapped his toes, and soared upward, carrying her swiftly to the top of the mountain.
He realized that after sleeping for a year, not only did he feel perfectly well, but his powers seemed to have grown even stronger.
The mountaintop was ablaze with blooming flowers, shrouded in clouds and mist—a true fairyland, perfectly matching the Bosuo Sect’s serene style.
"Welcome, Sect Master!"
Before them stood two rows of beautiful women, stretching all the way to a distant palace. Their stunning looks, set against the ethereal scenery, made them seem like fairies descended to earth.
Most disciples of the Bosuo Sect were women—beautiful women at that. The few men were also strikingly handsome. Roxy clung to Quentin Hua’s neck, admiring both the beauties and the flowers. It was a feast for the eyes!
Quentin Hua curled his lips into a smile, "Because from now on, you’re my final disciple!" He’d thought it through—if Roxy Shangguan was to stay at the Bosuo Sect, she needed a proper identity. This was the best choice: no one would dare bully her, nor envy her, since she was his only disciple. And since he was still young, no one would covet the sect leader’s position so soon, keeping her safe.
Roxy looked at him and reluctantly nodded, but insisted, "Hua Hua sounds nicer!"
Quentin Hua sighed helplessly, then shook his head and laughed, "You really do love flowers! Don’t worry, there are plenty at the summit."
Quentin Hua held the little girl tightly, tapped his toes, and soared upward, carrying her swiftly to the top of the mountain.
He realized that after sleeping for a year, not only did he feel perfectly well, but his powers seemed to have grown even stronger.
The mountaintop was ablaze with blooming flowers, shrouded in clouds and mist—a true fairyland, perfectly matching the Bosuo Sect’s serene style.
"Welcome, Sect Master!"
Before them stood two rows of beautiful women, stretching all the way to a distant palace. Their stunning looks, set against the ethereal scenery, made them seem like fairies descended to earth.
Most disciples of the Bosuo Sect were women—beautiful women at that. The few men were also strikingly handsome. Roxy clung to Quentin Hua’s neck, admiring both the beauties and the flowers. It was a feast for the eyes!