A Broken Engagement from the Start? I Turn Around and Sweep the Saintess Off Her Feet

The martial arts arena in Qingshi City was unusually noisy today. On the high platform stood Lin Yanran, the eldest daughter of the Lin family. She wore a flowing water-blue dress, her figure graceful, chin slightly raised. Her gaze swept over the crowd below before settling on the young man in the corner, filled with undisguised contempt and coldness. “Zhao Ritian.” Her voice, carried by spiritual power, rang clearly in everyone’s ears, carrying the weight of a sentence being passed. “I asked you here today for one reason. The engagement between us was nothing but drunken talk between our fathers, and was never meant to be taken seriously. You’re a mortal who can’t even gather qi, and the two of us are worlds apart. This marriage contract...” She turned her wrist, and a yellowed jade slip appeared in her palm. A pulse of spiritual power burst from her hand, shattering it to dust that fluttered to the ground.