Li Xiaobai turned his head and saw a young cultivator dressed in a deep blue robe rising from his seat at a roadside stall, staring at him with a look of astonishment.
"Young Master, weren't you going to Ice Dragon Island to participate in the martial competition for marriage?"
"How come you've returned?"
The young man had a youthful naivete about him, barely of age, clearly one who hadn't yet been hardened by the harshness of reality, a tender fledgling.
"On this trip to Ice Dragon Island, this Young Master represents not just himself but the prestige of the entire Icy Frost Sect. Naturally, such a show of force cannot be neglected; I must select a few servants to attend to me on the way, and in addition, prepare some betrothal gifts. Once this Young Master wins the championship and embraces the beauty, the marriage can be directly arranged."
"That's the vision and grandeur befitting a Young Master. Children should look more and ask less!"