Long Qingli could vaguely guess what matter Long Yan was entrusting to Shu Mountain, but an inexplicable and strange emotion surged in her heart. She hoped Elder Tiancheng would agree to Long Yan's request, yet, paradoxically, she also hoped he wouldn't.
"It's a private matter of mine."
Long Yan looked at Elder Tiancheng with sincere eyes. If things continued at this pace, by the time he accumulated enough strength, Lingxi would likely already have married someone else. Thus, Long Yan had pushed his plan onto a tighter schedule.
"Where did you get a million?"
Elder Tiancheng did not intend to mock him, but judging from Long Yan's attire, which, while valuable, was hardly comparable to a staggering fortune like a million, he couldn't help but express doubt.
"Please trust me, Elder Tiancheng. I am now a guest elder of the Yanmen Commerce Association. Surely this should be enough to convince you."
