Damien Gray had remained silent throughout, satisfied with Quentin Hua’s way of handling things. He liked that Quentin never let Roxy suffer any grievance. As for this woman’s affairs, he had no intention of interfering; leaving it to Quentin was, for her, a true torment.
"Oh? Why is it so lively here?"
The martial heroes, who had been staring at their own toes, perked up at the curious voice. They turned to see a newcomer dressed in red, holding a folding fan, graceful and charming, a handsome face adorned with a smile. His gaze swept over, landing on Damien Gray and Roxy Shangguan. He hurried over, calling out, "Roxy, why are you getting married so soon? Quentin Hua really lucked out with you, that rascal!" Then, he lunged at Damien, exclaiming, "Little Damien, give your uncle a kiss!"
Everyone was stunned—who was this bold person? In recent years, Mochen Jing hadn’t aged at all; if anything, he’d grown more eccentric, almost as if he was aging in reverse!
Many of these people were newcomers to the martial world, and even the veterans rarely knew Mochen Jing’s true identity. In fact, Mochen Jing and Yihan Gu had been living in seclusion for years. Their new identities were widely known in the martial world, but few had actually met them in person—even face to face, most wouldn’t recognize them!
Damien Gray’s expression darkened, but before he could lose his temper, Yihan Gu appeared just in time and dragged Mochen Jing away. He handed a sandalwood box to Roxy Shangguan, saying, "This is a wedding gift!"
All eyes fell on Yihan Gu. Dressed in black, his handsome features looked even colder. The two men—one warm, one cold—stood side by side, yet there was no discord between them; rather, they complemented each other perfectly.
Mochen Jing slapped away Yihan Gu’s hand and didn’t try to pounce on Damien Gray again. He knew very well he couldn’t win against Damien.
Roxy Shangguan hugged the sandalwood box and looked at Mochen Jing, smiling as she asked, "Uncle Jing, aren’t you going to give me a gift?"
Mochen Jing shook his head and said, "Roxy, you can’t be greedy. What’s his is mine, isn’t it?"
Roxy Shangguan pouted but didn’t argue, handing the sandalwood box to Quentin Hua. She asked, “Where’s Nolan?”
Mochen Jing chuckled, "Of course, he stayed behind to guard the house."
Just as he finished speaking, a handsome boy of about fourteen or fifteen strolled over, saying casually, "That’s Buddy’s job!" Looking closely, you could see he bore a slight resemblance to Roxy Shangguan.
Mochen Jing froze for a moment, then glared at Nolan, his voice rising, "You actually left Buddy to guard the house alone? What if something dangerous happens?"
Yihan Gu interjected, "The valley is full of traps and formations. No one can get in easily." He really didn’t like that dog—Mochen Jing was always carrying it around, claiming he wanted to relive his childhood memories. If it weren’t for all those threats and bribes, he’d probably still be sleeping with Buddy every night!
Mochen Jing glared, "Are you siding with him or with me?"
Yihan Gu pressed his lips together, glanced at Nolan, and said, "There won’t be a next time!" Clearly, he was turning a blind eye just this once.
Nolan shot Mochen Jing a look, pouted, and muttered, "Childish."
"You two!" Mochen Jing gritted his teeth, grabbing Quentin Hua to complain, "Quentin, you have no idea how much I suffer. These two, always teaming up against me—the brat, forever at odds with me, never appreciating how much I care about him. He’s a total ingrate..."
Mochen Jing rambled on incessantly. Quentin Hua shook him off and rolled his eyes, saying, "What does this have to do with me?" He reached out and pulled Roxy Shangguan into his arms, cherishing her like a treasure.
"You... you..." Mochen Jing stared in disbelief, as if deeply wronged. "How could you treat me like this? You care more about your lover than your friends—so heartless!"
Before he could finish, Quentin Hua shoved him toward Yihan Gu, saying, "Take care of your man!"
Nolan pouted, wondering what Mochen Jing was thinking. How could he possibly believe Yihan Gu and he were in cahoots? Yihan Gu was always finding fault with him, clearly getting more and more fed up!
Over the years, Mochen Jing and Yihan Gu had played both mentor and father to him, so the titles had all become a bit muddled.
Watching the commotion, everyone’s gaze turned odd. Two grown men, cuddling and acting so close—was this really normal? But with Damien Gray present, no one dared say a word. Nolan swept a cold glance over the crowd, already plotting which of these heroes deserved a dose of medicine. Laxatives? Too easy. Love potion? That would be unfair to the ladies. But if they couldn’t find any women, maybe it’d be their own fault!
Yes, that’s the ticket! But just one kind wouldn’t be enough. With the wedding days away, he could take his time, experimenting with one potion after another.
After all the ruckus, the group finally dispersed. Roxy Shangguan went off to bond with Yiran, leaving Quentin Hua feeling abandoned and forlorn. Mochen Jing, Yihan Gu, and Nolan huddled in the courtyard, discussing how to get along, while Damien Gray simply vanished—no one knew where he’d gone!
The next morning, Roxy Shangguan yawned and sat up in bed, only to see Yiran lying below, pale-faced, with bruised eyes and covered in blood. She shook her head, got out of bed, and muttered as she dressed, "Why are you always so clueless? After all these years, you still don’t see the truth and keep fighting me over Quentin. Sigh... I don’t want to torment you, but you keep saying things I don’t want to hear!"
A flicker of life returned to Yiran’s dazed eyes. She glared at Roxy Shangguan, demanding angrily, "What kind of spell did you put on the Master? He’s so bewitched he can’t tell right from wrong!"
Roxy Shangguan raised an eyebrow, crouched beside her. Yiran’s acupoints were still sealed, so she couldn’t dodge and could only glare. Roxy looked at her and asked in confusion, "How is Quentin not thinking clearly? He’s obviously smart! If it weren’t for you, that woman would’ve been thrown off the mountain ages ago!" She sized Yiran up and down and shook her head, "Do you really think you’re pure?"