Mo Qingcheng smiled sweetly. She smiled, and her eyes were wet. She stared at the white-robed figure in front of her, "You have not asked if I'm willing to marry you or not?"
"In that case, are you willing?" Qin Wentian smiled and asked.
Mo Qingcheng inclined her head, she stared at the rainbows in the sky and shouted, "I'm willing…!"
Her voice echoed throughout the surrounding space. They were speaking as though there was no one nearby. This caused the surroundings to fall into silence. No one dared to speak. The two immortals both had extremely ugly expressions right now.
"Senior, I'm sorry. I already have someone I love. Hence, I can only thank you for your kind intentions." Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes stared at the two immortals. She had already made preparations to endure all consequences due to her rejection.
"Do you know who are you rejecting?" That beautiful middle-aged woman coldly spoke, causing everyone to feel a sense of being stifled.