Moonlight Pavilion was grand and imposing, its decorations exquisite and luxurious.
At this moment, the vast hall was festooned with lanterns and colored banners.
Originally, the place had been filled with festivity and bustling excitement.
But now, it was eerily frozen as if by ice. Every sound had vanished completely, leaving only a stunned crowd of spectators, who looked from the young man in a bright red wedding robe to the pale old poison freak with blood at the corner of his lips and uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
Who could have imagined that a Soul Saint would dare attack a Titled Douluo—and even injure him?
What they found even harder to believe was the old poison freak's reaction.
After steadying himself, he had not immediately attacked the young man. Instead, his face was solemn, as if he were weighing the pros and cons and held some reservations.
"Senior Dugu, my wife and I are deeply honored by your presence. Please take a seat," Ye Han said again.
He seemed like a completely different person from before. Though neither obsequious nor overbearing, his manners and words were impeccable, leaving no fault to be found.
Clap, clap, clap!~
"Young brother, what impressive methods. I never expected Sister Yuehua to have such a discerning eye. The man she chose is not only outstandingly strong, but his methods and temperament also far surpass those of ordinary people!" A voice came from the entrance.
Ye Han turned to look.
A middle-aged man in white robes, with a refined and easygoing appearance and deep eyes, walked in accompanied by two figures, one black and one white.
"I am Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Might I ask this young brother's name?" the middle-aged man asked kindly, his tone gentle.
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