The old man tightened his fists as he listened to his junior fellow disciple, whose mind was already made up; his eyebrows did not relax for a moment, for once his younger brother made a decision, not even ten thousand horses could drag him back.
Their strengths were nearly equal; could he break his legs and prevent him from leaving? Even if he did, what would it achieve?
Could it make him give up?
Impossible.
"Are you really planning to betroth your precious daughter to my young disciple?" the old man asked solemnly.
"Of course." The Crescent Moon Sage replied without hesitation, "This boy meets my daughter's criteria for a spouse. Let them meet each other; now we're just waiting for him to return."
The old man, hearing this answer, felt a complex emotion in his heart. His junior brother had made arrangements; even the identity of the Master of the Four Voids was to be given to Tianyu.
