“Miss Xiaoman, since we’ve cleared the air between us, then I feel that it isn’t necessary for us to be married. Regardless of whether it’s the Nether Ghostflame or those 1,000 year old Firecrystals, they aren’t as valuable as my life. So, in short, I still owe you, and not the other way around. Thus, you don’t have to wrong yourself and marry someone you don’t like!”

Yang Ye knew that he wasn’t someone who could give his undivided attention and affection to a single ...