Bai Tianheng's words hung in the air, heavy with reluctant acceptance.
Yet beneath the surface, tension simmered.
Fairy Yue Wushuang's divine command wasn't to be questioned—and certainly never bargained over.
Her request should have been accepted immediately, without hesitation or condition.
But Bai Tianheng's insistence on Bai Xinyue's choice, while in a respectful manner, was—still borderline defiance.
The Li and Zhao Clan leader exchanged glances, their eyes glinting with sharp opportunism.
(Bai Tianheng could have quietly agreed and increased his favor with Fairy Yue Wushuang… but he had to say those words.)
Zhao Wutian narrowed his eyes.
(Fool!)
He's walking the edge of a sword—and he doesn't even realize it.
Zhao Wutian stepped forward, his sly smile deepening as if he'd been waiting for just such a mistake.
"Clan Leader Bai," he said, voice smooth as flowing ink, "I can't help but wonder… how could you hesitate when Fairy Yue herself makes such a gracious request?"
