Xue Qiongyu, at the center of the discussion, felt no joy at Wei Tu standing up for her. Her almond eyes narrowed slightly, and a glint of frost flashed through their depths.
What exactly did this cultivator want? Was he merely indignant, or was he plotting something through this...? Xue Qiongyu's thoughts raced as she considered Wei Tu's hidden motives.
She knew full well that regardless of whether Wei Tu's intentions were "good" or "evil," his words had placed her, Pei Hong's fiancée, squarely on the spot. If she ignored Wei Tu and simply walked away, the other cultivators would surely look down on her from then on. It might even drag down the Snow Infant Clan's standing among its allies. After all, there was a vast difference in status between a "furnace cauldron" who feared the Mist Ghost Clan and was controlled by them, and a genuine "fiancée."
But... if she showed approval for Wei Tu's words, she would thoroughly offend the Mist Ghost Clan, her future "husband's family."
Of course, there was a middle path—she could muddle through it, pretend to be stunned and slow to react, then wait for Pei An or the Snow Infant Clan cultivators to speak up and defuse this crisis for her.
Yet while that would produce an answer reasonably satisfactory to both the Snow Infant Clan and the Mist Ghost Clan, anyone here would be able to see her "cowardice" in it!
And in the cultivation world, failing to resist meant being bullied to death!
Or rather, that choice and the first choice had always been the same choice—submitting to the Mist Ghost Clan's tyrannical might.
The only difference lay in how it was displayed.
Having thought this through, Xue Qiongyu understood that she basically had nowhere left to go. Under Wei