Under Guo Yurong's lead, Dongfang Youdi eagerly trotted behind. As for what was on his mind, no one could say.
Nanbei and the Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc also took the hint and left, taking with them Xiaoxiao, who was extremely reluctant to part from Ye Wushuang.
"My Lady!"
At that moment, Ye Wushuang also walked into the pavilion.
Lady Xiangg poured a cup of wine and handed it to the approaching Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang gave a wry smile. He accepted the wine cup but didn't drink from it, saying instead, "My Lady, my disruption of the martial contest for your hand was a last resort. I hope you can forgive me."
"Young Master, since you are the final victor, you will be my husband. How could I possibly blame you?"
Lady Xiangg offered a faint smile.
"Although I am the final victor, I cannot marry you, My Lady." Ye Wushuang paused before speaking awkwardly, well aware that this would offend Lady Xiangg.
"Why? Am I not beautiful enough?"
