"I've already decided. I'll personally lead a delegation to the Lan family to congratulate them on overcoming this crisis and apologize for our previous neglect," Wan Tianxiong said slowly.
Qianyu Holy Son's heart jolted. The Sect Master was going personally? He was lowering himself far too much.
Wan Tianxiong's gaze fell on Qianyu Holy Son like the edge of a blade. "And you'll come with me."
"Furthermore, you will personally apologize to Lan Caiyu, resolve her resentment toward you, and do everything in your power to make this marriage happen."
"I'm not going." Qianyu Holy Son blurted it out, his face flushing crimson.
"You want me to apologize to that woman? And beg her to marry me? Impossible!"
As the Holy Son of the Myriad Divine Sect, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
His future Dao companion had to be a favored daughter of Heaven—someone worthy of his, Qianyu Holy Son's, regard.
What was Lan Caiyu supposed to be?
"Impudent." Wan Tianxiong roared again, terrifying pressure radiating from him.
"Do you think things are still as they were? The Lan family's rise is already inevitable, and the strength of that mysterious powerhouse behind them is unfathomable."
"If my Myriad Divine Sect wants to secure a place in the Central Continent's Profound Domain in the future, or even advance further, we must befriend the Lan family."
"This concerns not only the sect's future, but your own Dao Path as well."
Qianyu Holy Son was pressed until he could barely breathe, yet he still stubbornly raised his chin. "This disciple doesn't understand! Why must our Myriad Divine Sect humble itself so abjectly?"
Wan Tianxiong's voice turned icy. "A true man knows when to bend and when to stand. For the sect, and for yourself, you must endure this little grievance."
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