As long as Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor refused to let them take the body away, he would crush the jade slip and fight—ah, the foundation of the Heavenly Gate was fearless.
Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor paused, clenching his hands into fists as he fell into thought.
He knew Qingshan Daoist was not joking; going to war with the Heavenly Gate was possible, but not today.
This was backing him into a corner!
"Supreme Emperor Lord, come out, come out." Elder Xiang shouted toward the sky, loud enough for the entire Martial City to hear.
Ling Yun and the others were right in the courtyard, and the little one chimed in, "Daddy, they're calling you."
Ling Yun calmly replied, "Pay him no mind, let him jump."
Beibei asked with curiosity, "Is he dancing?"
"Sort of."
"Can we dance today? Will little birds fly over?"
"Yes."
This was something Beibei had been thinking about all this time, and Ling Yun nodded in response.
He had told Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor last night that he would let them dance a bit, allowing the guests to comprehend a state of mind.
"Old Liu, take the body." Qingshan Daoist still held the jade slip.
"Hold on."
Everyone looked over as a path opened in the crowd. An Qing and Chiba were supporting Madam Yang, and it was An Qing who had just spoken.
Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor said, "What are you doing here?"
Madam Yang let out a cold snort. "If I don't come, can this wedding banquet even continue?"
"You must be the Empress. What? Your own husband doesn't show up, so he pushed you out instead?" Elder Xiang looked An Qing and her group up and down, rather failing to understand why they had come here.
"What my husband wants to do is