Hearing Zhang Baobao's words, Long Xingjian didn't show the slightest hint of anger; instead, he smiled and lightly patted Zhang Baobao on the shoulder.
"Young man, I must admit, you've got courage... But as a minor Martial Arts Sect, what abilities do you have to marry my daughter, Long Xingjian?" To Long Xingjian, Zhang Baobao's disposition was not commendable, but his courage was somewhat interesting.
The question caught Zhang Baobao off guard. After all, the Zhang Family had always kept behind the scenes in the Mortal World, inconspicuous in fame; even if he claimed his family name, Long Xingjian might still confusingly ask him which Zhang Family.
Yet, at present, he had nothing else to convince Long Xingjian with.
For the first time in his life, Zhang Baobao doubted the decision of his family to remain hidden; despite its strength, the Zhang Family's reputation wasn't something that could be used to pressure others.
