Tap, tap!
A flurry of hurried footsteps rang out.
Several people whose clothes clearly did not belong to the Maha Gu Clan stormed in.
The old man leading them surveyed the scene, looking puzzled.
Weren't they fighting?
Why had they started a banquet instead?
His gaze froze the moment it landed on Qing Yanjing.
"Qing Yanjing, what exactly are you doing? Why did you break off your engagement with the Mohe young master?"
Qing Yanjing snorted coldly.
"Futu Xuan! Why I broke off my engagement with him is none of your business!"
The newcomers were from the Floating Buddha Gu Clan, and their leader was its First Elder.
Qing Yanjing had no fondness for these people.
"You!"
Futu Xuan's face turned ashen, but he forced down his anger.
The other members of the Maha Gu Clan watched from the sidelines, eager to see how Futu Xuan would handle this.
"Do you know how humiliating it is for a man when the woman breaks off their engagement in the Great Thousand World?"
"If you come to your senses in time, perhaps the people of the Qing Lineage will have an easier life."
Hearing this, Qing Yanjing clenched her delicate fists.
This old bastard was threatening her with the Qing Lineage again.
Maha Tian was also filled with resentment at Futu Xuan's words.
With the woman so forcefully breaking off their engagement, he would inevitably become a target of gossip.
He glanced at Long Xiao and Li Xiang.
Ten years east of the river, ten years west-fortunes change. Don't underestimate me, Maha Tian!
He silently swore to himself.
Futu Xuan seemed to have seized Qing Yanjing's weak spot, leaving her rooted to the spot without a word.
"Young Master Mohe, rest assured. I will give you a satisfactory explanation," Futu Xuan said,