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In autumn, tufts of white clouds drifted in from all directions, looking like paired mandarin ducks frolicking in a pond; yet from afar, they seemed on the verge of dissipating, as if the sky might soon return to its boundless clarity.

Liuyue City, Bai Residence, main hall.

“Bai Ling, your talent is spent. You are no longer worthy of my daughter Jiu’er!”

“Our family is here today for one reason: to dissolve the engagement.”

“Jiu’er has reached the peak of the Spirit Origin Realm. While cultivating at the Empire’s Celestial Pavilion, she was recommended by a figure of the Imperial Court and accepted into the Sacred Yuan Immortal Palace, whose legacy spans millennia. Her future is limitless. If you have any sense, you’ll stay far away from my daughter from now on…”

The middle-aged woman, garbed in luxurious robes, drew out a red marriage contract and tossed it before the young man seated opposite her, then casually waved away the dust that rose from the gesture.

She arched her brows, her speech slow and unhurried, words deliberate and measured.

At her words, silence fell over the entire hall.

Bai Ling’s heart was a maelstrom of confusion. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again, his gaze complicated as he looked at the girl before him—his fiancée, Ji Jiu’er.

Behind the noblewoman stood a fifteen-year-old girl, delicate and graceful in appearance, tall and slender. Her beautiful eyes were lowered, her hands cupping a teacup, her expression unreadable and somber.

“Bai