Madam Jiang looked into the distance, somewhat happily saying, "I never thought Qing Rou, this girl, could find us such an excellent son-in-law."
"I wonder when we can hold a grandson."
Father Jiang waved his sleeve, a trace of helplessness appearing on his brows, he sighed, "Although Ye Tian is the War God of this era, the number one Martial Artist in Huaxia, if it weren't for the people above, I would definitely agree to this marriage."
"But this matter involves the Reincarnation Sacred Stone, not to mention that defiant family. We, people from this Low Martial Plane, simply cannot afford to provoke them!!"
"You saw it yesterday too, I couldn't even withstand a single finger of theirs, cough cough..."
As he spoke, Father Jiang's anger got the better of him, he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
