What Mei Xuechan thought was that after her daughter married the young master of the ancient martial arts sect and spent some time with him, she would know what he was like!

And compared to the young master of the Guwu Sect, that bastard Ye Fengyun is really far behind!

With the help of her mother, Long Yan changed into a red dress.

When Long Yan put on that red dress, she looked as beautiful as a fairy from heaven.

Mei Xuechan admired her daughter and couldn't help but said: "Yan'er, she is so beautiful. Look at yourself in the mirror..."

Long Yan didn't look in the mirror, her face was still as cold as ice.

Mei Xuechan sighed softly and did not dare to force her daughter to do more.

As long as the young master of the ancient martial arts sect comes and settles the marriage, then the matter will be finalized.

Hope nothing unexpected happens.

Mei Xuechan prayed in her heart.

"Yan'er, can mom put on makeup for you? Today, even though it's just an engagement, you still have to dress yourself up beautifully." Mei Xuechan said.

Long Yan shook her head and said, "Mom, no need."

When Mei Xuechan heard what Long Yan said, she could only say: "Okay, it's up to you, mom. Anyway, my daughter will be a queen even if she doesn't wear makeup and has no makeup."

Long Yan didn't smile.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Six luxury cars were parked in front of Long's house.

Long Zhantu, the head of the Long family, and some juniors stood at the door to greet him personally.

The car door opens.

Some people got out of the car.

The first person was a middle-aged man wearing a long robe. He was about the same age as Long Zhantu, both in his fifties and seventies.

However, this middle-aged man has an amazing aura, stern eyes, and quite majestic appearance. He is obviously an extraordinary person.

And closely behind this middle-aged man was a handsome young man wearing a light blue gown.

This young man is only twenty-five or six years old. He has an elegant face, extraordinary handsomeness, and a polite manner.

However, this young man's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp look.

When Long Zhantu saw the middle-aged man in front, he hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, welcome."

That astonishingly imposing middle-aged man, named Wei Yuande, is an elder of an ancient martial arts sect and the uncle of the young man next to him!

"Master Long, you're welcome."

Wei Yuande also politely exchanged greetings with Long Zhantu and said: "Brother Long, the master of the sect is involved in some worldly affairs, so he entrusted me to bring his nephew to propose marriage. Please forgive me!"

Long Zhantu smiled slightly and said: "Master Wei is busy with everything, I can understand. Brother Wei, your presence has already made our Long family prosperous!"

Wei Yuande smiled slightly and said to the young man beside him: "Wuji, I haven't met Master Long yet."

That young man's name is Wei Wuji.

He is the only son of the leader of the ancient martial arts sect. Many people have already called him the young master in private!

Wei Wuji hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Long Zhan, and said with great humility: "My nephew Wei Wuji pays homage to Uncle Long!"

Long Zhantu saw Wei Wuji, who was handsome, elegant, and polite, and he admired him from the bottom of his heart. He smiled and said: "Wuji, nephew, you don't need to be polite. Come, you two, please sit at home."

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"Thank you, Brother Long." Wei Yuande smiled.

"Thank you, uncle." Wei Wuji also said humbly.

With that said, Wei Yuande, Wei Wuji and Long Zhantu headed towards Long's house.

The disciples who came with Wei Yuande and Wei Wuji walked into the Long family carrying boxes of precious betrothal gifts.

Wei Yuande and Long Zhantu walked side by side, while Wei Wuji followed closely beside him, with no trace of arrogance on his face.

Although Long Zhantu was talking to Wei Yuande, his eyes were constantly looking at Wei Wuji and observing Wei Wuji's details.

The more he observed, the more satisfied Long Zhantu was with Wei Wuji.

This young man, as a young master, has extremely terrifying kung fu, but he is so humble and polite, how can he not be liked?

"If Yan'er is betrothed to this Wei Wuji, it will not be a loss for Yan'er." Long Zhantu consoled him and thought to himself.

"Brother Long, how is Mr. Long's health lately?"

Wei Yuande looked at Long Zhantu and asked with a smile.

Long Zhantu smiled and said: "My father is still in good health. It's just that the weather has turned cold recently and his rheumatism has flared up again, so it's not particularly convenient for him to move."

"Oh? That doesn't matter. I'll just let Mr. Wuji give me a massage later." Wei Yuande said.

"Oh? Nephew Wuji, do you know how to massage?" Long Zhantu raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

When Wei Yuande heard this, he smiled and said: "Brother Long, don't forget, we are people in the world, and it is inevitable that we will bump into each other, so what does this massage mean to us?

Brother Long, just don't worry, just let Wuji give the old man a few massages, and I'll make sure the old man's legs and feet get better."

When Long Zhantu heard this, he also smiled and said: "Okay, then I'll trouble my nephew Wuji."

Wei Wuji immediately said humbly: "Uncle Long, it is my nephew's honor to give Grandpa Long a massage."

"Hehe, okay, okay!"

Long Zhantu said yes again and again and was very satisfied.
Chapter completed!