The martial arts arena in Qingshi City was particularly noisy today.
On the high platform, Lin Yanran, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, was wearing a long aqua dress. She had a slim figure and a slightly raised chin. Her eyes swept across the crowd below the stage and finally landed on the young man in the corner, with undisguised contempt and coldness. "Zhao Ritian."
Her voice spread through spiritual power and reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a sense of pronouncement.
"I invite you here today just for one thing. The marriage contract between you and me is a joke made by our fathers after drinking, and it cannot be taken seriously. You, a mortal who cannot condense your energy, are as different from me as clouds and mud. This marriage certificate..."
She flipped her wrist, and a yellowed jade slip appeared in her palm. Immediately, she spit it out with her spiritual power, and it was shaken into powder and fluttered down.
