The two paused slightly, then pondered. Indeed, to propose marriage between their lineage and Feng Jiu's children, the suitor would need to be the son of their current Patriarch—their clan's young master—to even merit mention before Feng Jiu.
Yet within their own clans, while young masters existed, they were all well into their twenties. Matching one to a girl barely in her teens? Even if they desired it, Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze would surely refuse.
The two shook their heads with wry smiles. "It seems you've already done your homework. Would you be so kind as to share your plans and insights with us?"
"Hahaha, naturally."
The middle-aged Emperor laughed heartily, gazing at the image in the void. "So, this Xuanyuan Mo Ze—though I don't know why he carries this dark aura—I still hope he ascends successfully. Then, using that opportunity, I can pay my congratulations and casually probe their intentions, see if they're open to it."
