Everyone consciously made way, throwing Ye Chen into sharp relief. His white robes fluttered, his face was handsome, his posture upright, and his bearing extraordinary.
Compared to Ye Chen, Song Poyun was like a toad.
Liu Ruyan's heart clenched violently, and tears instantly blurred her vision. She admitted she wasn't love-brained, but compared to Song Poyun, Ye Chen was simply leagues beyond him.
One was in the heavens, the other eighteen levels underground.
Even a fool knew how to choose.
The novel had been reflected into reality. She'd acted on impulse, and she felt she should be impulsive this once.
With tears shimmering in her eyes, she looked at Ye Chen and said, "Junior Brother Ye, I'm willing to go with you!"
The moment those words fell, the hall erupted in uproar.
Everyone was stunned.
"I told you the novel's ending would definitely be Ye Chen snatching the bride, and Liu Ruyan going with him."
"Ye Chen really is a warrior charging into battle for love. For love, he doesn't even care about his own life. I've decided—after he dies, I'll definitely burn two sheets of paper at his grave."
"That's so enviable. If a man ever did that for me, I'd be willing to die."
Song Poyun's expression twisted into something terrifying. He felt like a clown now, getting slapped across the face again and again by Ye Chen.
He roared, "Where are the people of Divine Weapon Valley? You useless trash, how did you let this dog bastard get in?!"
Zhao Lingyin stepped out from behind Ye Chen and shouted, "Ye Chen and Liu Ruyan are mutually in love. Why must Primal Void Holy Land play the villain and tear apart a pair of lovers?"
"Today, Myriad Sword Manor will act as matchmaker for Ye Chen. How about