"Accept your punishment?"
Qing Yanjing slightly raised her head and looked at those godlike figures in the sky, a mocking smile curling across her lips.
"Xuanguang, Motong, one of you is the head of the Xuan Branch, the other the head of the Mo Branch. Two dignified Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns personally came to take me to the Maha Ancient Clan as a marriage offering. This little woman is truly flattered!"
"It seems you are quite eager to curry favor with the Maha Ancient Clan."
Her tone was full of ridicule. Qing Yanjing was merely at Earth Sovereign Great Perfection now; she had not even become a Heavenly Sovereign yet.
Yet two Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns had personally led the party to capture her. Clearly, in order to ensure that she was sent to the Maha Ancient Clan, these two branches had cast aside all concern for their dignity.
Though she could faintly feel despair rising in her heart, Qing Yanjing had no intention of surrendering without a fight. Even if she died, she would never return to marry a man she did not love—one she even detested.
Hearing this, Xuanguang and Motong, who stood at the forefront, remained cold-faced. Qing Yanjing's words did not change their expressions in the slightest.
It was as though they disdained to engage in a war of words with a woman.
They merely looked down quietly at Qing Yanjing, who seemed to be making one last futile struggle, their gazes indifferent.
In order to marry Qing Yanjing into the Maha Ancient Clan, their two branches had put in tremendous effort behind the scenes. How could they possibly give up so easily?
Only after a moment did Motong slowly speak. "Have you made enough of a fuss? We will treat your previous actions as a