"You... who are you? Where's Wang Qingyu?"
The young man opposite Ye Lin stared at him in utter confusion and asked.
By now, a trace of anger had already entered his voice.
At the same time, gazes from all around turned toward Ye Lin.
"Who's this guy? Where's Wang Qingyu?"
"Could this guy be Wang Qingyu? Judging by his bearing and looks, he's quite pretty too."
"Get lost. If the Young Master hears that, you'll lose a layer of skin."
"Then who exactly is this guy?"
"No idea."
"Probably part of the wedding escort."
Whispers of discussion rose one after another.
With so many eyes on him, Ye Lin's expression remained unchanged. He merely took his time straightening his clothes.
"I am Wang Qingyu."
At that moment, Wang Qingyu stepped out of the carriage and stood beside Ye Lin.
She slowly raised her head, her gaze landing squarely on the young man in the crimson robe in the distance.
"That man is the Liu Family's Young Master, Liu Dazhuang—the biological son of the Liu Family Patriarch."
Wang Qingyu spoke in a low voice.
Yet her words still reached Liu Dazhuang in the distance loud and clear.
"Wang Qingyu, I think you need to give me an explanation."
Liu Dazhuang stared at Wang Qingyu expressionlessly, his words devoid of even a trace of feeling.
"Greetings. Let me introduce myself—the Holy Palace Heaven-Seeking Bureau."
"Someone has reported that your Liu Family is suspected of capturing cultivators to refine pills, slaughtering countless innocent lives."
"That is why I have come to investigate."
Without further ado, Ye Lin flipped out the Heaven-Seeking Bureau Identity Token.
Under the sunlight, the token gave off faint silver gleams.
In the distance, Liu Dazhuang was completely dumbfounded.
The Heaven-Seeking Bureau?
Since when had the Wang Family gotten involved