Lin Xiaoyang stepped into the arena and relayed a message for Duke of Zhen and the Old Master: "However, we have one more condition, which you must fulfill."
"Please do tell, elder."
Mu Fan let go of his sister's hand, his expression solemn.
"Before your cultivation succeeds and you ascend to immortality, you must not harbor any improper thoughts towards my daughter, ruining her path as an immortal."
Lin Xiaoyang straightened his back and spoke firmly. Then, his eyes darkened, showing a hint of ferocity: "If you dare to break your promise, I will hunt you down as a resentful ghost even after death."
"I agree."
Without any hesitation, Mu Fan cut his finger and squeezed out three drops of essence blood, swearing before the heavens: "I, Mu Fan, swear to protect my sister throughout my life, even if it means smashing my bones and scattering my ashes, with no regrets or resentments."
"Qingluo, it's your turn."
Lin Xiaoyang looked at his daughter, leaving no room for rebuttal.
