Although Li Tianming knew full well that if he wanted to lean on the An Clan, he would definitely have to offer up some kind of "pledge of allegiance."
And now, it seemed that this "pledge of allegiance" was the inheritance relic of the seventh astral organ...
"Fight to the bitter end? The Clan Emperor spoke himself—this protection has been upgraded straight to the highest level!"
At first, Li Tianming had never imagined anything this extravagantly high-level. He had only wanted the Anyang King to lend him a hand and keep him from becoming a rat crossing the street.
Looking back now, that earlier idea had still been far too unrealistic. With the Taishang Emperor's killing intent so extreme, and his own talent equally extreme, the An Clan could only either refuse to protect him or protect him to the death.
There was simply no middle road.
Thus, the choices given by the Clan Emperor were also these two paths: either leave, or become his family.
"Marry Lady An Ning? Holy shit..."
The moment Li Tianming imagined that scene, his entire body went numb.
That was Lady An Ning—the person he admired and respected, the one who had led him into the army camp!
The peerless female general in the eyes of countless young people of the Soaring Dragon Army, the dream goddess of hundreds of millions, their faith, their pillar...
"Two little babies getting married? Hahaha, I'm dying!"
"The Clan Emperor truly sees far ahead. He directly arranged a childhood betrothal."
Amid wave after wave of cheers, Li Tianming stood there somewhat woodenly and looked toward An Ning.
What he saw was that An Ning had even less expected the second path to be this. She had already told her grandfather that Li Tianming had two wives, yet he