Sikong Yu turned and left, while Li Feng surveyed the people present.
"Everyone, you've enjoyed enough of a spectacle, so I'll see you off now."
Li Feng swiftly turned around and went back to the main hall, and the crowd that had been enjoying the show were left looking at each other in dismay. They didn't linger at Li Feng's house, utterly baffled by the three-year pact that Sikong Yu had just established.
As they were leaving, Bai Yi's companion Zheng Changge was still frowning: "Bai Yi, I really can't understand what the eldest daughter of the Sikong family is up to."
"If Li Feng denies having a blood relationship with her family, shouldn't she just slap him dead? Why set such a three-year pact? What's this about?"
Bai Yi also furrowed his brow tightly.
Zheng Changge continued: "And she established such a rule, allowing challenges against Li Feng, yet with so many restrictions. It doesn't seem like she wants to kill him, but rather protect him."
