Jiang Muyan snapped out of his daze and received another slap across the face.
"Not going?"
Rong Shang laughed, "Alright then, how about you pay with your life?"
"Since ancient times, it has been a matter of course that a life must be paid for a life."
A voice, seemingly smiling yet not quite, echoed around them, sounding somewhat nonchalant, yet carrying a hint of coldness.
Jiang Muyan was stunned: Why does the person in front of him look so unfamiliar?
Is this person really his sister?
Could it be... that the real Jiang Muyu is already dead, and the one in front of me is someone else in disguise?
At this moment, two handprints overlapped on his handsome face. Jiang Muyan narrowed his eyes, and the hand hidden under his sleeve suddenly began to exert its power.
A moment later, he swiftly struck out with his palm, shouting, "Go to hell!"
A powerful palm strike was unleashed, and the beautiful woman vanished once more.
But that chilling voice still came through, "Brother, if you continue to be so stubborn, then don't blame your sister for disregarding our sibling relationship."
For some reason, the commotion in the courtyard tonight was so great, yet the two people inside the Jade Pavilion did not come out.
Jiang Muyan found it increasingly bizarre the more he thought about it.
He pursed his lips, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, then spoke to the air, "Xiaoyu, aren't you trying to kill your brother by doing this?"
"I killed his clansmen. If I were to deliver myself to his doorstep, would Yin Mo let me go?"
He will let you go.
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Muyan's words received an affirmative response from Rong Shang.
Why?
Because the people of Minghuadong are simple and kind, they probably couldn't bring themselves to kill even a single animal, let alone a person.
Presumably, after so many days, Jiang Muyan should have some understanding of the situation, which is why he suddenly fell silent, seemingly indicating that his resolve had wavered.
A wisp of mist drifted through the air, and Rong Chang appeared before them once more.
Rong Shang glanced at Jiang Muyan and smiled, "I'll be waiting for you in the ancestral hall at noon tomorrow."
The clan hall was where the clan leader and elders handled clan affairs. Rong Chang had called him there so that he could apologize.
His dark eyes flashed, a hint of struggle and resentment quickly passing through them.
Jiang Muyan clenched his fist, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Mm."
*
The next day, Rong Shang went to find Yin Mo early in the morning. Of course, she didn't go to plead for Jiang Muyan, but to inform Yin Mo so that he could be mentally prepared.
The morning sunlight was abundant, and Rong Shang and Yin Mo stood side by side in the corridor, creating a warm and beautiful scene.
Just then, an elder happened to pass by and said with a smile, "Sect Master, Madam."
Ever since Rong Chang arrived at Minghua Cave, the people here seem to have accepted her as the sect leader's wife.
Of course, at this moment, he called Rong Shang that in front of Yin Mo, which inevitably made the latter feel a little embarrassed.
But after the elder left, Yin Mo was about to leave as well, but Rong Chang grabbed his wrist.
Turning his head, Yin Mo met her burning, shimmering gaze. "What?"
"It's nothing." Rong Shang shook her head, then took his arm and leaned her head against it.
Yin Mo lowered her eyes and glanced down, her face flushing slightly. "There are too many people here, or..."
"Yin Mo, when will you marry me?"
Before Yin Mo could finish speaking, Rong Shang interrupted him.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and upon hearing her words, Yin Mo felt her heart suddenly race.
But at this moment, Rong Shang had already lifted her head off him.
He asked again, "Yin Mo, will you marry me?"
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