Qi Liang!
In midair, beside Wu Xiu, stood a young man in white. His face was as fine as jade, with sword-shaped brows and starry eyes. He had a dignified bearing and was handsome and dashing.
He was Wu Di.
Now, as he looked at Qiao Mo trapped inside the formation, his eyes were filled with pain and reluctance.
"Qiao Mo, as long as you are willing to marry my son, I guarantee that I will do everything in my power to support you in ascending to the position of Pavilion Lord."
Wu Xiu's promise was solemn and resolute.
"Marry Wu Di... Wouldn't that be jumping from the tiger's den straight into the wolf's lair?"
Qiao Mo could only smile bitterly inside. How could she not know what Wu Xiu was plotting?
Once Qiao Mo married Wu Di, not only would she be unable to reclaim Hundred Victories Pavilion, she would even be throwing herself into the bargain.
"Hmph, Wu Xiu, you've certainly made a fine calculation."
Suddenly.
A cold snort came from the distant horizon.
Immediately afterward, several hundred martial artists followed another old man and arrived above White Mist Island.
The newcomer was Qi Kun, one of the two Grand Elders of Hundred Victories Pavilion.
Hundred Victories Pavilion had five founders. Three had already fallen, leaving only Wu Xiu and Qi Kun still alive.
Qi Kun arrived above White Mist Island with an unhappy expression and glared viciously at Wu Xiu. "If Qiao Mo marries your son, are you planning to kick me out of Hundred Victories Pavilion after the wedding as well?"
Qi Kun and Wu Xiu were currently the two most powerful Grand Elders in Hundred Victories Pavilion.
Qiao Mo wanted to contend for the position of Pavilion Lord, and the two of them naturally refused