Upon hearing Bai Xue's words, Juetian could hardly believe his own ears.
He was wrong, utterly wrong. He shouldn't have chosen Bai Xue in the first place. Despite their fights, they were still family, and family would always take sides in the crucial moments.
His arrogance led to errors in judgment.
But now, Juetian had no time to deal with such things. He roared at Bai Xue, "You're talking nonsense! This sword was given by our ancestor, the Lord of Qingtian! How can you claim it's fake?"
Bai Xue sneered, "It's strange that you would say this. How can anyone be certain if the sword did come from the Lord of Qingtian? I wasn't planning to validate this in the first place. You pleaded me to. If it turns out to be fake, would you rather I lied and said it's real? How absurd, Juetian. To think you're this naive. I guess, not marrying you was the right decision."
