After thinking for a full half hour, Huo Hai finally sorted out the thoughts in his head. This was not Earth, nor was it a democratic country. This was the Grand Spirit Continent, a land much like ancient China.
Here, the Imperial Family held the greatest power, but there were also many lineages and other organizations. Everyone put the interests of their own group first, and lineage members put their lineage's interests first. So no matter how he looked at it, Fang Biya was certain to stay with him. Unless he died—but how could Huo Hai let himself die? Was that some kind of joke?
As for letting Fang Biya die, forget it. Huo Hai was not that cruel yet. If she were an enemy, he would not hesitate. But a woman who had set her heart on him, and a rare beauty at that—who could bring themselves to kill her?
Of course, none of that was the heart of the problem. The issue was that Fang Biya's situation had now become a matter of the Fang Family's reputation and dignity. Refusing would be a slap in their face.
Then the Fang Family would have a legitimate excuse to move against him, or even against the Huo Family. Whether for his own sake or his lineage's, he probably could not turn this down. Besides, even if the Huo Family grew stronger than the Fang Family in the future, they would likely still agree to this marriage. Fang Biya's talent was indeed exceptional.
The lineages of the Heavenly Spirit Continent placed a headache-inducing emphasis on bloodlines and talent. Without absolute strength enough to defy the rules of the entire world, he could only go along with their wishes.
Huo Hai suddenly realized that he seemed to have no way to refuse