The Mistress of the Temple said indifferently, "I heard about the bet. It appears that Chu Bawang has nothing with which to hold up his end of the bargain, except for rude language. Is that not also a breach of commitment?"
"Of course he intends to adhere to his commitment! The Chu Clan says that we can go through with the bet, and we will." Chu Changhe's temperament was cold, but he was nevertheless extremely domineering.
With that, he turned to Su Yu, evidently determined to capture him.
The Mistress of the Temple pointed her finger at Chu Changhe, and the latter changed his offensive tactics for defense. His cold eyes squinted. "How dare you stop me? You should know that at the upcoming Son-In-Law Recruitment, the Saint Temple will definitely do everything to sabotage the event! Without my authority, the Chu Clan will not try to stop them. If you continue to defy me, I must warn you that the Saint Lady might forever lose to chance to have an heir apparent!"
