Could three immortal pills buy nearly ten years of affection?
"Then what else do you want?"
Ming Yueye frowned as she spoke.
Though she felt some guilt, she still spoke firmly.
"I cannot marry you, Xiao Yi. Our engagement must be dissolved. It will benefit both you and me!"
"Fine, fine, fine! In that case, there is no need to dissolve the engagement. I'll simply divorce you!"
Agony gripped Xiao Yi's heart. His black hair fell loose as he roared in fury.
He tore a corner from his robe, bit his finger, and wrote a divorce letter on the spot. Once finished, he placed it on the ground and prepared to leave, only to stop abruptly, as though he felt something was missing.
For some inexplicable reason, a sense of exhilaration rose in his heart. He turned and laughed wildly at the top of his lungs.
"Ming Yueye, Luofu Immortal Sect, remember this well! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west-never scorn a youth for being poor!"
(I hadn't planned to write this, but I did it for a laugh anyway.)
Just as his words fell, an icy, majestic voice suddenly rang out from the sky, making everyone feel as though they had plunged into the Nine Netherworlds.
"A fine son of my Xiao Family! There is no need to say 'never scorn a youth for being poor.' With me here today, how would the Luofu Immortal Sect dare bully us?"
Then.
A beam of white immortal light descended from the sky and landed in the center of the hall.
The immortal light dispersed, revealing a lean, high-browed, middle-aged Daoist wearing a Yin-Yang Daoist Robe.
A Broad Greatsword hung behind him, almost like a shield. The aura of a Seven Steps Immortal King erupted with a boom, like