"That is why I married you."
Ning Shuyue looked away.
"Your standards are strange."
"They work."
Inside the assembly hall, dozens of sect representatives were already gathering.
The room was vast enough to seat several thousand people, although only a fraction would participate in the central discussion. The highest-ranking representatives sat in a semicircle around the central platform. Lower-ranking disciples and assistants stood behind them.
The atmosphere was polite.
Too polite.
People smiled.
People bowed.
People exchanged greetings.
But Mo Yuxin could sense the tension under it all.
Cultivators were extremely good at hiding hostility behind courtesy.
She had met such people before.
Su Yubing slipped her arm through Mo Yuxin's.
"Do not stare too much."
"I am not staring."
"You are staring at the Heavenly Sword representatives."
"Their robes are badly fitted."
Su Yubing looked.
"They are fine."
"The shoulders are uneven."
"You noticed that?"
"Yes."
