Ming Yue listened to the discussions between the Supreme Heavenly Venerate and the numerous Immortals, her mind becoming increasingly muddled, and everything before her eyes seemed to grow hazy.
"Ming Yue, prepare yourself, for you will soon be wed to Bei Yutian."
In her sea of consciousness, the voice of the Supreme Heavenly Venerate seemed to resound again. Ming Yue nodded slightly but felt something was amiss.
She struggled to utilize her Primordial Spirit, trying to think clearly about what exactly felt wrong, yet her Primordial Spirit seemed soft and powerless.
She barely managed to think, "Am I truly going to marry Bei Yutian?"
"Marrying Zhou Bai was for the revival of Heaven and the human race, but in the end... this Zhou Bai lad doesn't seem too bad. I don't dislike him."
"But to marry Bei Yutian, whom I've only met once... for the purpose of reproducing a new generation of humans..."
"Why does it have to be me?"
