The sea of blood seemed to sever space and time. Xiao Qianjian turned his head and looked toward the surrounding palaces and pavilions, only to discover that aside from darkness and red blood, he could see nothing at all. He was instantly left gaping in astonishment.
Xiao Mengtong, who was also standing in the sea of blood, was utterly stunned when she saw my wife. She could not utter a single word. The hand she instinctively placed on the sword bag behind her trembled faintly. After all, that powerful pressure was undeniably real.
I looked left and right, but Senior Brother Yan was nowhere among them. Not only was Senior Brother Yan absent—everyone else was gone as well. Only Xiao Qianjian, Xiao Mengtong, and I remained, facing Sister-in-law together.
This was a sea-of-blood barrier. I had never imagined Sister-in-law could cast such an unfathomably profound spell. While shutting out everyone else, it had even swept Xiao Qianjian, a cultivator in the Ninth Layer Flying Immortal Realm, inside.
"Matters of the heart depend on mutual willingness. How could you force him to go through with it?" Sister-in-law said coldly. I took a step forward, trying to determine whether she was the blood-robed version or the Daoist-robed version of my wife. But when I saw her eyes closed, I instinctively straightened my attitude and did not dare show the slightest disrespect.
"Y-you are..." Xiao Qianjian's face was taut, and even his speech became halting. It seemed that my wife's aura had already suppressed him beneath her pressure.
Xiao Mengtong's whole body trembled. I could see that her legs were already involuntarily sinking toward a kneel. If she had not been holding her father's hand, she probably would not have been able to hold herself up.
"Does who I am matter? You used