At the Immortal Appraisal Convention, the robes of the two Fusion Stage True Lords fluttered as they eyed each other frigidly, neither giving in. The auras they released collided on the arena stage, forming two distinctly separate fields.0

“Fellow Daoist Su, this person is not even twenty. How could he be your husband? Isn’t your excuse too clumsy?” The Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest stared fixedly at Su Yiren, trying to find a flaw in her reaction.1

The Mystic Spirit Daoist Priest was famous for her beauty in the East Sea. As a fellow peerlessly beautiful female cultivator, she felt a natural animosity toward Su Yiren from Great Xia.0

Su Yiren replied calmly, “Haoran and I are already engaged. His parents have acknowledged this marriage. How can it be considered an excuse?”0

Her words caused an uproar. The crowd present was shocked,...0