Ye Fan bore the scars of the Dao. With at most only half a year left to live, even if he broke the curse and towered over the younger generation, he was no longer someone worthy of an alliance.
"Regarding the marriage alliance..." The peerless Divine King sat above. His white hair was like snow and his eyes were dim, yet his heroic spirit was undiminished, revealing nothing of his physical condition.
The Sacred Master of the Wind Clan sat below, unmoving, his black hair scattered and his eyes deep. He exuded an intangible majesty, showing little restraint even before the Divine King.
"Phoenix, this girl, is too willful. She refuses to agree to it, and we have no means to change her mind; we've spoiled her too much."
"I understand." The White-clothed Divine King nodded and then lightly coughed; streaks of bright, startling blood appeared on a white silk cloth.
"Alas, who could have foreseen such events?" the Wind Clan's Sacred Master, Feng Jingyun, said.
