"Hahaha..."
Chase Wind burst into a fit of wild laughter, then looked towards Yin Hanyan, who was seated below the stage, and shouted, "Senior Yin, now that I've outdone everyone else, you're not going to go back on your word, are you?"
Hearing Chase Wind's words and seeing the other cultivators who had already backed down, Song Nianyao felt a sense of despair wash over her.
"Disciple, don't worry. I will not let you marry someone like him!" Yin Hanyan gently patted Song Nianyao's shoulder, her eyes flashing with determination.
At this moment, she had already made up her mind to kill Chase Wind, even if it meant going to war with Nuwa Palace. She absolutely could not allow her beloved disciple to suffer such a grievance.
Song Nianyao, seeing the resolute look in her master's eyes, quickly grabbed her hand.
