Ancestral do Dao do Vazio Primevo

“I’ll say it here and now: even if every man on the continent were dead, I still wouldn’t marry Qin Liang.”

Jiang Yutong’s simple words cast an awkward pall over the grand hall. The elders of the clan, helplessly massaging their brows, glanced toward the corner where a delicate-featured young man sat, all feeling a surge of sympathy.

“Yutong, this is a matter of marriage—no more acting on your whims.” The clan leader, Jiang Hai, wore a grave expression. “When our ancestor was in peril, it was Qin Liang’s parents who saved him. In gratitude, our ancestor arranged this childhood betrothal between you two. If you refuse, where will the Jiang family’s honor be?”

“I don’t care. I simply won’t marry him. And you’d better not force me,” Yutong declared, drawing the sword beside her and resting it on her shoulder, her expression resolute.

“You—” Jiang Hai’s head throbbed, anger and exasperation written on his face, but he was powerless before his daughter.

He cast a somewhat apologetic glance toward Qin Liang in the corner.

Qin Liang, with his gentle features and tall, slender figure, dressed all in white, sat apart from the commotion, exuding a serene, almost otherworldly aura—like a young master of the arts. If only that were the case. Unfortunately, he had been deaf since birth, and even his speech was halting. More crucially, no trace of innate talent had ever been found in him—he simply could not cultivate. His parents had left long ago to seek a cure for him, returning only once for a brief visit.

On parting, they had solemnly inst