Zhou Wushang's expression turned ugly. "Engagement contracts can be broken, you know…"
"Oh, that won't do. We're childhood sweethearts, you see. Isn't that right, Qingyun?"
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Chu Qingyun and said with a smile, deliberately emphasizing the words "childhood sweethearts."
Helpless, Chu Qingyun could only force a smile and nod.
He could feel one of Mu Xiaoxiao's fingers resting on the pulse point of his wrist, a wisp of Primordial Power pulsing from its tip. It was as if she would pierce his meridians the moment he dared to say no.
"Ha, so that's how it is. In that case, this Prince has been impudent."
"Let's just pretend what happened earlier never occurred. Everyone, don't forget that in three days, the seal on the Blood Sect ruins will be at its weakest. We'll set out that morning."
After speaking, Zhou Wushang walked away, his expression dark.
As he left, he shot a sidelong glance at Chu Qingyun, his eyes holding a sinister glint.
