"Dad, I don't want to marry Zhao Feng."
Early one morning in the Zhou Family estate, an angry voice shattered the silence.
A quarrel was taking place in one of the Zhou Family's studies. A strikingly beautiful young woman stood there, her face an icy mask, her lovely eyes burning with fury.
This was Zhou Lingwei!
After returning from the Demon Mist Mountain Range, she had thought it over and over. Refusing to become a sacrifice for a family alliance, she was once again launching a furious protest.
"Nonsense." Before Zhou Lingwei stood a middle-aged man in green robes, his expression darkening. "You're not blind to the Zhou Family's current situation. We've offended Master Lü Dong, and now he's making things difficult for us at every turn. If this continues, our family is bound to decline under his pressure."
At his words, Zhou Lingwei's expression fell.
