Her answer astonished everyone present. Their gazes grew complex.
Ye Cangtian slowly stood up. His Grandmaster aura spread out, and every person in the hall could feel the pressure, their mood growing heavy.
He coldly stared at Li Yitong, asking in an indifferent voice, "Are you sure?"
Facing this pressure, Li Yitong still nodded firmly. "I am sure."
"Good," Ye Cangtian replied softly. Immediately, the immense pressure engulfed Li Yitong.
A pallor crept over Li Yitong's cheeks as if she were being swallowed by the sudden, overwhelming force, and a tide of fear surged within her heart. However, at that moment, as if the goddess of fate herself had intervened, a warm current landed on her shoulder. A strong, perfectly sculpted hand rested upon it. Then, with a gentle push, her body tilted like a water-soaked feather, eventually leaning against a broad and solid chest.
The previously unbearable pressure dissipated instantly.
