"Elder Yun, my wife has won. I wonder if this bet still stands?" With a movement, Nalan Jing left behind a series of white afterimages in the room. The next moment, he was already by Mu Qianyue's side, supporting her with one hand and looking up at Yun Yi across from them, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"I, Yun Yi, keep my word, of course it stands." Yun Yi's face was ashen, thinking that his Yun Sect was the number one sect on the Tianwu Continent, how could they possibly break a promise? Otherwise, wouldn't they be ridiculed by the world?
Hearing this, Mu Qianyue could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. As the tension in her body relaxed, a wave of dizziness engulfed her, and she fell into endless darkness...
"Yue'er!"
"Princess!"
The last thing echoing in her ears were the exclamations of her grandfather and Cang Ming.
