There was no wind or rain, no stars and no moon.
There were no cawing crows in the night, much less any drunkard shoving open the door.
This was an utterly ordinary day—if not for the fact that Song Tingyun of the Song Clan and Miss Xiao Xin of the Cui family were getting married today.
But this was destined not to be a peaceful day.
Even the later "Historical Records of Shenzhou" would leave a richly inked account of it.
He had arrived!
Following the Old Butler's muffled shout, a powerful pressure suddenly descended from the heavens. It was like a meteorite from beyond the skies about to crash onto the old residence's roof, or like a transparent dome suddenly enveloping the entire courtyard.
Everyone felt as though they could hardly breathe.
The livestock raised in the back courtyard and the fish swimming in the pond all sensed the terror. One after another, they wailed and shrieked, desperately kicking their hooves and lashing their tails as they spun in circles.
Bang!
The room door was forced open by sheer force.
Not by someone pushing it open, but by the wind.
Only after a long while did a handsome man in white robes, fair as snow, slowly appear in the doorway.
"The strands of Morning Glory Poison are like the cords of a morning glory vine. Without needing to exert force, they can still pull a thousand-picul bull. Is it troublesome?"
"Li Mu Yang." Song Gudú's hands remained on Song Chenxi's wrists as he stubbornly battled the stubborn poison in his granddaughter's body. Without even lifting his head, he said, "It's been many days since we last met. This old man has been waiting for you."
"The Old Immortal truly lives up to his name." Li Mu Yang calmly watched