The several divine generals saw that the old clam spirit was still refusing and continued to persuade him.
"We can make the decision ourselves. Please, hurry and save our God of War!"
"Water King of Mo River, Saintess Tian Huan merely likes God of War Ming Ye. But throughout the Upper Purity Immortal Realm—and even among all the beings of the Three Realms—countless female immortals like him!"
"Please, save our God of War!"
Wang Yue shook his head helplessly. He knew that if the divine generals kept trying to persuade the old clam spirit, it might have the opposite effect. After all, if Saintess Tian Huan liked the God of War, wouldn't a marriage between their clans bring Mo River a great deal of trouble?
So Wang Yue spoke again. "It's not certain that Saintess Tian Huan likes God of War Ming Ye. Otherwise, when that strange eye was staring at him, several divine generals had already died trying to protect him. Why didn't Saintess Tian Huan go help?"
Wang Yue's words left the generals of the Upper Purity Realm looking at one another. His reminder made them recall that perilous scene.
The generals of Supreme Clarity Palace had all been willing to lay down their lives for God of War Ming Ye, yet Saintess Tian Huan had only watched from afar and done nothing to help.
After hearing this, the old clam spirit thought that if Saintess Tian Huan and the divine generals had fallen out, perhaps his daughter and Ming Ye could be together after all.
Of course, the main reason he was willing to agree was the expectant look in Sang Jiu's eyes. It was obvious that if he refused to save Ming Ye, she would sneak off to do it herself. Better to take the initiative