Tongtian was absolutely determined not to marry into someone else's family!
Now that he knew Holy Mother Feihong and Bai Zeyu were actually mother and daughter, the resentment in his heart became even harder to suppress.
So the Holy Land Interception Sect he had painstakingly built was nothing more than a toy that Black Cliff Cave and Prison Suppression played with in the palms of their hands!
But his disciples had died for real. That was utterly unforgivable.
Yet when he said those words, Bai Zeyu and Holy Mother Feihong were not nearly as angry as he had expected.
Instead, seeing Tongtian's reaction, Bai Zeyu wore a strange expression. He whispered a few words into Holy Mother Feihong's ear, and the two suddenly began laughing.
Their laughter left Tongtian completely at sea.
Holy Mother Feihong composed herself a little, though her face was still brimming with amusement.
"Tongtian, have you thought this through?"
"Don't think this matter can simply be swept aside just because you saved my daughter."
"You have only one path: agree to become a candidate for Prison Suppression's son-in-law and enter our marriage contest arena in five hundred years."
"If you win, you might keep your life."
Hearing this, Tongtian ground his teeth in fury.
Instead of remaining respectful, he straightened and looked at the two of them.
"What if I refuse?"
Bai Zeyu gave a cold snort.
"If you refuse, you can die right now along with your Holy Land Interception Sect."
"Prison Suppression won't miss a candidate or two."
"There are plenty of people who want to become Prison Suppression's son-in-law. What's so special about you, Tongtian, that you can reject this commander over and over?"
Tongtian drew a deep breath. This was sheer contempt and humiliation, an insult that stripped him of every shred