Chapter 1579: Chapter 962: What More Do You Want

Even though his body was trembling violently, his lips pale and quivering, and his nails digging into his flesh, he couldn’t resist the immense fear spreading within him.

So much so that his knees, kneeling on the steps, were going weak, barely able to support his body.

Under the shocked and incredulous gaze of the crowd...

Mu Yunye prostrated himself, his chin striking the step heavily at Fang Geyu’s feet with complete loss of dignity.

Then he slid down the steps inch by inch, powerless.

The golden intent in Fang Geyu’s eyes faded away like mist.

Her gaze carried an innocent indifference, as she slowly squatted down with her hands supporting her chin.

A snow-white fox fur collar, snow-white pretty face, smiling.

"I just wanted Immortal Lord Mu to pick up a wine cup for me, why did he suddenly kneel?"

These past few years, Fang Geyu’s growth cycle seemed extremely prolonged.

Despite three years having passed, her appearance remained largely unchanged from her sixteen-year-old self, still slender.

Squatting down, she looked even smaller.

But under the brilliant light of the Luminous Pearl, the shadow cast by her slender figure seemed nearly poised to engulf and bury Mu Yunye entirely.

Against the light and the shadows, Fang Geyu’s pitch-black eyes were bright, like the first cold beam of light piercing through an endless night.

Mu Yunye couldn’t suppress the fear spreading through his heart.

He struggled to move his lips, spitting out a broken tooth mixed with hot blood.

Disgraced as can be.

Blood splattered onto Fang Geyu’s golden skirt, like cold plum blossoms blooming in a golden holy sea.

Fang Geyu’s gaze dropped coldly, her tone bizarrely light and teasing:

"Oh? With your tooth knocked loose, it seems you won’t be able to enjoy the fine wine at this feast, Immortal Lord Mu?"

Mu Yunye shivered, despite having managed to escape the terrifying stare of those golden eyes.

He still couldn’t integrate his trembling soul with his fearful body for a long time.

He couldn’t utter a word, yet he understood the coldness in Fang Geyu’s eyes.

In the piercing cold, Mu Yunye struggled to maintain his last shred of dignity and grace.

He stood up, meticulously smoothing his disheveled clothes, bowing deeply to Fang Geyu.

At this moment, he didn’t even have the courage to look her in the eye, hurriedly completing the bow, losing all composure, his voice hoarse:

"I... I am somewhat overpowered by the wine, my steps unsteady and weak, I have fallen so miserably in such an important occasion.

Apologies for the faux pas, I cannot drink more wine, I must go to sober up to avoid a greater mistake."

Fang Geyu shrugged, her gaze subtly disdainful:

"The snow is deep, the roads slippery, Immortal Lord Mu, do be careful on your way out."

Similar to the words he said before picking up the cup.

Mu Yunye broke into a cold sweat, not daring to delay for a moment, turning to leave.

"Wait." Who would have thought Fang Geyu would call him at this moment.

Mu Yunye’s fear was yet to recede fully from his pores, his body frozen in place, not daring to move.

Fang Geyu turned to retrieve a pair of jade chopsticks, picking up the broken tooth from the ground to hand to Mu Yunye.

The charming and gentle girl, smiling brightly: "Immortal Lord Mu, you left something behind."

Seeing her smile, Mu Yunye’s skin prickled with goosebumps.

He could only stiffly extend both palms numbingly.

Receiving the tooth Fang Geyu dropped from the chopsticks.

Like accepting charity, his hands cradled it.

Then not wishing to stay even a moment longer, his steps could no longer maintain calm elegance.

Hastily... awkwardly leaving the tower.

Fang Geyu lazily squatted on the ground with her sword, the golden wine cup spinning beneath her skirt.

Her gaze languidly shifted to the crowd:

"It seems you all are truly earnest in your proposals, speaking promises that reach the skies, truly moving.

Yet unwilling to even pick up a small wine cup for me, truly disheartening, how with such sincerity... can one marry Fang Geyu from Shifang City?"

Situ Ye’s eyes were wide, though he could not perceive what Mu Yunye saw.

Nor feel the boundless fear hidden beneath Fang Geyu’s golden eyes akin to the descent of a vast world of Heavenly Demon.

But anyone with a brain knows that Mu Yunye is a man of pride and ambition.

Making him pretend and be servile to enter Shifang City as an in-law to fulfill his ambitions is something he would do as a true man.

But asking him to bow to a human woman, fall with blood oozing from his nose and mouth, spit out a broken tooth, even prostrate!

It seems utterly absurd.

Let alone Situ Ye, even others looked at Fang Geyu with a shiver of confusion.

How could it just be about picking up a wine cup?

Baili An gently pushed a whole plate of shelled walnuts towards Ning Feiyan, his gaze amused: "I said, Mu Yunye, he cannot ascend."

Ning Feiyan held the plate of walnut meat, her gaze probing Fang Geyu, her tone oddly: "So it’s the might of the Evil God ancestor..."

Then she shook her head, a hint of sympathy in her eyes, saying:

"Silly cat, you’re truly foolish, Miss Fang now is likely no longer the Fang Geyu you faced life and death together with in Xianling City.

Whatever you do now, I’m afraid it’s futile."

Baili An slightly turned his face, as if listening intently to Ning Feiyan’s words.