“Chapter 513: Lin Yue, between the two of us, who will you choose!”

With these thoughts, Ouyang Zhen looked towards his daughter, Ouyang Luoluo.

At this moment, Ouyang Luoluo's eyes were bloodshot, staring with irrepressible rage at Yan Qingjue, who was slowly approaching them.

She wished she could immediately fly down and hack Yan Qingjue into a thousand pieces.

Seeing this, Ouyang Zhen immediately gave the order: "Form the array."

Tens of thousands of Qingyun Sect Disciples swarmed out from all directions, holding long swords and quickly surrounding Yan Qingjue tightly.

The sharp sword tips were uniformly aimed at Yan Qingjue, preventing her from getting even half a step closer to the high platform, let alone closer to Ouyang Luoluo.

Ouyang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression gloomy.

He intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the Hehuan Sect Master down below who was watching the excitement.

Meanwhile, the Hehuan Sect Master was leaning against the back of the chair, with one hand resting on the edge of the table and the other hand listlessly spinning a glazed wine cup, looking leisurely and carefree.

It was not surprised by the appearance of Yan Qingjue, as if this were merely a destined tribulation bound to happen.

After a while, the Hehuan Sect Master seemed to have sensed something. It put down the wine cup, slightly tilted its head, and met Ouyang Zhen's questioning eyes.

Ouyang Zhen narrowed his eyes, his meaning clear: "This is your person, are you going to manage it or not? If you don't manage it, my Qingyun Sect's swords won't care whether they live or die!"

The Hehuan Sect Master just stared at him for a moment, its eyes curving, revealing a charming yet wicked smile, without making any stance.

Ouyang Zhen let out a cold snort and cast his gaze back toward the red carpet.

Meanwhile, Lin Yue, standing beside Ouyang Luoluo, wore a bewildered look.

"Wait a minute, if the person standing there walking straight over is Yan Qingjue,"

"then who on earth was the woman who fought tangledly with Liu Yiyi in the pool water just now, and even engaged in mutual 'deep communication'?"

"Even if Senior Sister wanted to crash the wedding, she should have come all the way out from the back hidden door, right? When did she run to the front red carpet?"

"Unless one of the Senior Sisters is fake."

"Or that Yan Qingjue reflected in the Twin Spirit Pool earlier didn't disappear as she went out."

"She ran out along with her! There is a high possibility of this!"

Shortly after, Lin Yue could no longer see Yan Qingjue's figure.

She could only vaguely glimpse a flash of white through the dense crowd of Qingyun Sect Disciples.

Yet, even though she was pointed at by hundreds of spiritual swords, Yan Qingjue still did not panic at all.

She walked forward with firm steps, the surrounding chill being aggressive, yet she refused to draw her sword for a long time.

At this time, the leading Disciple blocking right in front raised the sword horizontally and said:

"Saintess, stay your steps! Ahead is the restricted area of our Qingyun Sect. If you dare to take another step forward, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Yan Qingjue merely glanced casually at that Disciple.

That Disciple immediately flew dozens of meters away, crashing onto a distinguished guest's table, letting out a muffled groan before losing consciousness.

Seeing this, Ouyang Zhen couldn't help but say indignantly:

"To actually injure a Disciple of our sect right in front of this Sect Master, how audacious!"

He then looked over towards several Elders with relatively high cultivation levels.

Although he didn't say anything, just giving a solemn look, those Elders knew what needed to be done.

The Elders exchanged glances with each other, tapped their toes, and their figures soared into the air like wild geese, darting towards Yan Qingjue's direction.

Watching the figures of the Elders flying out, Ouyang Zhen's brows were still tightly knit.

This enchantress's depth was unfathomable. "It seems… this time this Sect Master will have to make a personal appearance."

Just as Ouyang Zhen was about to make a move,

"All of you, stop!"

Ouyang Luoluo shouted at the top of her lungs: "All of you stop! Let Yan Qingjue walk over!"

Ouyang Zhen didn't understand his daughter's intention: "Hmm? Luoluo, what do you mean by this…"

Before he could finish speaking, Ouyang Luoluo glared fiercely at him: "What are you dawdling for! Why haven't you given the order yet!"

Seeing his daughter's stubborn expression, Ouyang Zhen had no choice but to follow Luoluo's wishes and raised his hand slightly.

The Elders who were flying in mid-air hurriedly stopped their figures and landed back in their original places.

The surrounding Disciples also withdrew their long swords and retreated to both sides like a tide.

After finishing all this, Ouyang Luoluo took a deep breath, bit by bit pulled her hand out from Lin Yue's palm, and faced Lin Yue directly.

"It is time for you to make a choice between the two of us!"

Hearing these words, Lin Yue suddenly felt a sense of foreboding: "Luoluo…"

"Lin Yue, this time I won't threaten you anymore; follow the truest thoughts in your heart."

"If you choose Yan Qingjue, then I will withdraw right here. From now on, we will never see each other again, make a clean break, and live our own lives peacefully. It just so happens that this wedding can be regarded as being held for you and Yan Qingjue."

Ouyang Luoluo's eyes were filled with tears, her voice unable to stop sobbing, and she tightly clutched her wedding attire.

"But if you choose me, then please cherish it well. From now on, don't think about Yan Qingjue anymore."