Huo Jiuming leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek. Yun Wushuang flinched, her body recoiling from his touch.
Yun Lintian's eyes turned cold, a murderous intent emerged within his heart. He swept his gaze around the avenue, locating formation nodes. It would become useful when a battle broke out.
Yun Mucheng cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. "Sacred Son Huo, please restrain yourself. The ceremony has not yet begun."
Huo Jiuming reluctantly stepped back, his eyes still fixed on Yun Wushuang. "As you wish, Elder Yun. But soon, she will be mine, and I will do as I please."
The ceremony proceeded, with Yun Mucheng officiating the betrothal. She recited the traditional vows, her voice echoing through the avenue.
Yun Wushuang stood motionless, her eyes vacant and her expression blank. She seemed to be in a trance, her mind detached from the proceedings.
