Lin Feng looked at the kneeling Holy Teacher and couldn't help but shake his head.
He had already used his divine sense to read her fate, and after seeing the cause and effect surrounding her, he understood why she had no choice but to take her vow so seriously.
Back then, she had been trapped in the Demon Horde Continent, surrounded by enemies and plunged into an existence that was worse than death.
In the depths of that despair, the Dao Oath she made had become the only ray of hope in the darkness.
She had promised that whoever could free her from that eternal ice would receive her eternal allegiance.
Now, that person was Lin Feng.
For an ordinary person, perhaps such a promise could simply be broken.
But Yang Yixue was no ordinary cultivator.
A Dao Oath made by someone at her level was deeply connected to her Dao heart.
If she deliberately went against it, the backlash would be terrifying.
