Imperial Sword Manor main hall.
Inside the grand wedding venue, a strange atmosphere lingered. Everyone's gaze shifted, intentionally or not, toward the handsome, well-proportioned young man in the center of the hall.
"Big brother!"
"Second brother!"
"Hurry up and help me beat this bad guy, he's bullying Tong Xin."
Right in the middle of the hall, a man who was clearly already an adult threw a tantrum like a child being bullied who runs to find an adult to act spoiled, asking someone to uphold justice for him.
Yet no matter how he shouted, at this moment not a single person spoke. Aside from the man named Tong Xin, not a single sound was made in the entire hall.
In this scene, the dropping of a single pin could be heard by an ordinary person.
Yet the people here were basically martial arts experts gifted with internal strength, let alone the sound of a falling pin.
The sound of breathing!
The sound of heartbeat! Both could be heard. If someone were to let out a fart at this moment, they would definitely suffer social death on the spot.
This was the wedding venue for the eldest miss of Imperial Sword Manor.
An imperial dynasty lasted at most a little over forty years, yet Imperial Sword Manor had stably inherited its legacy for over five hundred years. Throughout the pugilistic world, no sect would be blind enough to refuse giving Imperial Sword Manor face. Those who came here to attend the wedding were either top bosses or second-in-command figures of various major sects.
Not one of these people was foolish.
To mix in the martial arts world, survive to forty or fifty, and become a high-ranking figure of a regional force, everyone was an absolute human essence. They looked at everything