Mo Yuan and the others were all stunned.
What happened today had truly twisted and turned; they had gotten a front-row seat to quite the spectacle.
A union between the living and the dead?
Mutual love?
Qin Luo forcing a marriage? What nonsense about being half a Ghost Race member.
And now, one of the protagonists—a Ghost Race member—was actually threatening a dignified Imperial Lord Rank with suicide?
"Ridiculous." Mo Yuan sneered.
"Do you really think this is some folk romance novel?"
"Would a dignified Imperial Lord Rank be threatened by you?"
Qin Yu moved decisively, locking onto his own soul and life force. With a single thought from him, he would immediately perish.
This made Mu Hanyan's fury blaze.
She turned, her furious gaze falling upon Qin Yu.
Gritting her teeth, she said, "You worthless trash, you dare threaten me? You actually dare threaten me?!"
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Qin Yu looked at her seriously. "Let's get married. We'll follow his rules. We're only missing a ceremony, aren't we?"
"You've only just revived. I don't want your strength to be wasted on something so pointless."
"Once you recover your cultivation, heaven and earth will be vast, and you may roam as you please."
Qin Yu's tone was earnest, making Mu Hanyan's heart tremble slightly—not from being moved, but because Qin Yu's sword shifted ever so slightly, letting her feel the threat of death.
Their lives were already bound together.
At least, that was the case until she fully recovered. If Qin Yu died, she would follow close behind.
"As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood." Qin Yu's voice sounded beside Mu Hanyan's ear.
"Besides, we already have the reality of husband and wife. What harm is there in