"Ning Fang!"
Zhang Junyao, standing to the side, couldn't help but call out softly when he saw Ning Fang appear.
Beside Ning Fang was the lecher Wang Shijie. Zhang Junyao had already inquired about their matters thoroughly; no argument was needed, only swiftly dealing with the marriage agreement between them.
Yao Zhen, in front of the altar, nodded slightly at Sang Que, immediately clasped two fingers together, dipped them quickly into the prepared vermillion ink, and swiftly drew a talisman on the Peach Wood Sword.
Without a word wasted or giving Wang Shijie and Ning Fang a moment to prepare, Yao Zhen swung the Peach Wood Sword, slashing it down on the marriage contract on the table.
The marriage contract was instantly split in two, and the red thread binding the two also snapped with a sound.
