As Xu Xuan walked across Flame-Offering Mountain, his heart gradually grew heavy. He remembered a certain figure waiting for him back in the sect, and guilt and unease slowly spread through him.
"Do you feel you've wronged that junior sister of yours?"
Tiantuo seemed to sense Xu Xuan's mood and spoke quietly through voice transmission.
"None of your business. Weren't you the one who insisted I agree? Even if I refused this marriage, could the Fire Crows really drive me away?"
Still troubled, Xu Xuan voiced his doubts. Tiantuo merely gave a strange laugh and continued:
"Those are two different matters. Vast Marsh's decree was actually meant for me. Since you've been acting under Mist Marsh's name, you naturally have to shoulder the Dragon Court's karma too. Since he said as much, he must have his reasons."
"You've been borrowing the Dragon Court's name for a long time. You'd do best to agree to this and borrow the Fire Crow Faction's influence for now."
"Romantic love is nothing beside divine abilities. Just muddle through and stall until you reach Purple Mansion. Then you can go wherever you please. What, would anyone under heaven dare force a Purple Mansion Sword Immortal?"
Xu Xuan's heart grew heavier. This felt wrong to him. The immortal path should be free and unfettered. Amid all this calculation of interests, was there even a trace of immortal grace or genuine feeling?
Walking ahead, Yang Yuanxin suddenly looked back. With sunlight on her face and a serious expression, she asked softly:
"Is this truly what you want?"
Xu Xuan looked at her face, unsure how to answer. Yang Yuanxin lowered her eyes slightly and said quietly:
"I've understood these things since childhood, and I've never resented them. But now that this has been settled, I will treat