Aaron Sinclair waved his hand and said, "Get up."

Damon Grant stood up.

"Thank you, Young Master."

Aaron Sinclair eyed the phone in his hand with curiosity. "Who were you just trying to add? Rook, don’t tell me you have a crush on someone? Who is she? Which family is the young lady from? Do I know her? That talisman paper in your hand looked a little familiar, like the one we brought back last time. So, something’s going on, isn’t there?"

Hearing this,

Damon Grant’s mind flashed to the female cultivator who had kissed him the other day. And to the fact that he had dreamt of her for the past two nights.

He broke out in a nervous sweat.

"I just felt there was something off about that female cultivator. I only wanted to see what her motives were. I didn’t mean anything else."

Aaron Sinclair looked at the burly Damon Grant standing before him and gestured with his hand. Damon Grant expertly squatted down.

Aaron Sinclair reached out, patted his shoulder, and said, "Rook, look how nervous you are. It’s okay even if you do have other intentions. I saw that female cultivator from the Immortal Sect last time. She’s quite pretty. If you like her, you should be proactive and pursue her. I approve of this marriage."

’This Hall Master of mine... with that build and those looks, it’s a miracle a female cultivator likes him. Who cares if she’s from an Immortal Sect? We’ll snatch her back... ahem, marry her back first.’

Damon Grant stood up, took a step back, and shook his head frantically. "No, no, Young Master, you’ve misunderstood. There’s nothing between us."

’Then again, it’s not exactly nothing.’

’She did kiss me.’

’That female cultivator is so brazen.’

’He says it’s nothing, but with that lovesick expression, he might as well have "I’ve got a wife" written all over his face.’

Aaron Sinclair pointed at him. "Look at you, all shy and bashful. Such a waste of your huge frame." He crooked his finger and said,

"Give me your phone."

Damon Grant obediently handed over his phone.

Then he leaned in closer.

He watched as the Young Master directly added the contact ID he had failed to add earlier, even adding his name as a note.

"I’m Damon Grant."

He only had to wait for the other person to accept, and she accepted almost instantly.

Seeing that she had accepted, Aaron Sinclair glanced at Damon Grant, then looked back at the phone. "See? Now you’re friends."

A message arrived from her side very quickly.

"Is it really you? Rook? Rook?"

Seeing the message she sent,

Damon Grant’s palms began to sweat.

Aaron Sinclair laughingly replied.

"It’s me. When can we meet up? Wanda, I’ll treat you to barbecue."

Seeing the message send, Damon Grant’s eyes went wide. He reached out his hand.

"No, no, that’s not me..."

"Young Master..."

Aaron Sinclair slapped him on the arm and handed the phone back. "Here you go. No need to thank me."

Damon Grant held the phone, not daring to even glance at the screen. ’How am I supposed to explain that I wasn’t the one who sent that?’

As he was standing there in a daze,

he saw his Young Master had already turned and walked away. From a distance, he could still see the Young Master, back turned, waving his hand. "Rook, remember: forget about your pride. The girl is what’s important!"

Standing in the corner,

he picked up his phone and took a look.

He saw new messages had arrived.

"Okay! I’ll wait for you at the entrance to the night market tonight. You have to come."

"Can I call you Brother Rook?"

"Why aren’t you answering?"

"Brother Rook, are you there?"

’She’s calling me Brother Rook.’

’Are all female cultivators this bold nowadays?’

’So, should I go?’

’No, no... maybe this female cultivator is faking her interest in me. She’s from an Immortal Sect, and she’s so beautiful. She’s probably just trying to gain my trust first. Then she’ll trick me into falling for her, and then she’ll dump me.’

’These Immortal Sect female cultivators are so scheming.’

’I should go check it out first.’

’No, I can’t go.’

’I won’t fall for it.’

’It’s better to be careful.’

He had decided not to go.

「That evening.」

Damon Grant, wrapped up tightly in a cloak, secretly made his way to the night market.

When he arrived, he stood in the shadows and looked toward the entrance. He saw a small figure standing under the lanterns, glancing in his direction from time to time.

She was wearing a daffodil-yellow robe, making her stand out. She was the kind of person you’d notice at a single glance. There were other male cultivators trying to hit on her, but she rejected them all.

「At the entrance to the night market.」

Rowan Forrest waited with a nervous heart.

’I don’t know if my crush will show up, but he said he would, so he definitely will, right? Do I look pretty today? Will he like how I look?’

Just then, a male cultivator walked up to hit on her, his eyes glued to her waist and face. "All alone, little lady? You look so familiar. A bit like my long-lost sister. Why don’t you go on in?"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand.

Rowan Forrest drew her sword and held it horizontally before her.

"Get lost, you scrawny toad." She couldn’t stand skinny guys, and this one in front of her was like a bamboo pole. Just looking at him made her eyes hurt.

"Quite a temper, aren’t you? I like your type."

The man released his cultivation.

Rowan Forrest knew she was no match for him.

"You dare touch me and see what happens! My beloved is a Demon Cultivator, and he’s incredibly powerful!"

Hearing this, the man burst out laughing. "HAHAHA, I’m so scared! Why don’t you call him out so I can see?"

The male cultivator had barely finished speaking when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. The next moment, he felt his feet leave the ground as he was lifted up. A cold male voice echoed in his ear. "And do I look like your long-lost big brother, huh? Harassing a female cultivator on the territory of The Demonic Sects... are you looking to die?"

As he spoke, he kicked and broke the man’s leg, then grabbed him and threw him. "Get lost."

"AHHHH..."

A shooting star streaked across the sky and vanished without a trace.

Seeing Damon Grant dressed in a pitch-black cloak, Rowan Forrest’s eyes lit up.

’I really do like his strong, sturdy build. I feel so safe standing next to him.’

Rowan Forrest was overjoyed to see him.

"You came."

"You saved me again. Thank you."

Damon Grant glanced at her and said, "You’re dressed too conspicuously. If you dressed like me, who would stare at you?"

’That makes so much sense.’

’That’s Brother Rook for you.’

Rowan Forrest gave a slight smile.

"Brother Rook, what you said makes so much sense. Next time, I’ll definitely dress just like you."

Hearing this, Damon Grant looked down at his own outfit, then back at hers.

"That won’t be necessary."

"Yes, it will."

She shuffled to his side as she spoke and tugged on his sleeve. "Let’s go inside. The barbecue here is delicious. I used to come here often."

He subconsciously tried to pull his sleeve away.

"Don’t pull on me."

Rowan Forrest held onto his sleeve.

"But Brother Rook, if I don’t hold on, what if I can’t keep up and we get separated?"

Damon Grant: "I actually..."

"I’m not listening! Anyway, you came, so I knew you had feelings for me. Brother Rook, I’m so happy you came today."

"Brother Rook, you were so amazing just now! That move was so cool. Can you teach me?"