The crux was that the Ancient Clan Zhong had long since fallen into decline, its power waning.
By contrast, the clan Sun Cangyun belonged to was wealthy and powerful, and with East Flower Sword Pavilion backing them, the Ancient Clan Zhong simply did not dare refuse this marriage.
All of this had come from Bao Yun.
Though Zhong Xinlan had never spoken of it, Su Yi was largely certain that Bao Yun, Zhong Xinlan's close friend, would never lie about such a matter.
"Brother Fuyou, what happened?"
Seeing Su Yi remain silent, Wan Zitian could not help asking.
"Do you still remember Zhong Youqi?"
Su Yi said.
"Of course."
Wan Zitian sighed. "His death in the Endless Battle Domain back then pained me for many years."
"Something happened to his descendants."
Su Yi's tone was calm. "Not only will I intervene in this matter, I will see it through to the end!"
Seven days later.
Early morning.
The Ancient Clan Zhong was festooned with lanterns and colored decorations, brimming with festivity.
The entire clan was busy.
Today was the wedding day of Zhong Xinlan, the clan leader's daughter. In another half hour, Sun Cangyun and his relatives and friends would arrive to escort the bride.
Inside the bridal chamber.
Zhong Xinlan, the peerless Divine Daughter reputed to be Perfect in Music and Painting throughout the Southern Fire God Continent, had already donned the Phoenix Coronet and Robes of Rank.
Her clear, exquisite jade face appeared all the more charming and radiant against the vivid red splendor of her attire.
Yet between her brows lingered a sorrow that could not be dispelled.
"Xinlan, you have suffered."
At her side, Zhong Xinlan's mother's eyes reddened, tears threatening to fall.
As her mother, she had long known that her daughter resisted this