We have fine wine for guests and fists for enemies.
Most of those coveting Tang Yuehua and Moonlight Pavilion were ordinary people who merely possessed noble identities and status.
Ye Han could not be bothered to waste words on them. Seven Soul Rings bloomed around him, and the moment he stood there, no one dared utter a peep. Whatever thoughts they had entertained before, they now behaved like cowards, not daring to reveal the slightest hint of them.
The forces that had left Tang Yuehua unable to breathe were nothing more than a joke in Ye Han's eyes.
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion. The moment the bride appeared, all eyes turned toward her.
Unfortunately, the red bridal veil concealed that peerlessly beautiful face.
Today, only one person was destined to have the chance to glimpse her true appearance.
Just as the two finished bowing in ceremony, a tall, burly figure slowly entered through the main gates.
He was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with sword-like brows, bright eyes, and a dignified appearance.
He strode forward and stopped directly before Ye Han and Tang Yuehua. Bowing slightly, he said, "Tang Fan of the Clear Sky Sect greets Auntie."
Tang Yuehua's body trembled violently at his words. Her voice shook with excitement as she said, "X-Xiao Fan, y-you... why have you come out of the sect?"
The Clear Sky Sect had sealed itself away, and for more than ten years, none of its disciples had been seen outside.
Time was the most terrifying thing in the world. The Clear Sky Sect's former prestige had long been worn away by the river of time. In this age, how many people still remembered its strength and glory?
Tang Yuehua had suffered so much oppression precisely because the Clear Sky Sect had