Mu Ruyue did not speak.
The breeze brushed past, her black hair fluttered lightly in the wind, her white clothes flowing gracefully. She stood quietly in the square, her stunning face carrying an ice-cold expression…
"Enough!"
Yse's face darkened as he coldly interrupted the words of the Ancestor. Then he looked at Mu Ruyue, and in that moment, there was a hint of complexity in her eyes…
"Enough already! As long as my life remains, I will not dissolve the contract with her. From the day we forged the contract, I swore to use my life to protect her safety, unwavering until death!"
The man's voice was as cold as ice, bone-chilling, yet carried with it a touching determination.
The Ancestor's expression gradually turned unpleasant: "As a disciple of the Yi Family, you dare defy my orders? If that's the case, I will show you that in the Yi Family, I am the one who calls the shots!"
