The surrounding temperature seemed to have plummeted several degrees.
Yue Hua Yin's peripheral vision swept over Xuan Ying and Sheng Tianze beside him.
On the former's exposed Leng Bai skin, patches of ice-blue Snake Scales faintly emerged.
The gloomy, cold-eyed man's ice-blue slit pupils flared with scarlet. His voice was as cold as forged ice: "That dead fish... actually got off cheap."
Sheng Tianze, who was always noble and composed, was now suffocatingly silent.
Those deep golden eyes, once as brilliant as the starry sky, instantly dimmed the moment the wedding carriage appeared.
However, the man's clenched jaw and the oppressive aura radiating around him still leaked the churning, suppressed emotions in his heart.
Ye Kuo's black leopard ears pricked up alertly. "Strange. We are clearly right here. Why does the Female Master act as if she can't see us at all?"
"Because someone doesn't want her to see us," Sheng Tianze spoke hoarsely, his heart twisting like a knife.
