Chu Yaoming had not expected that someone would actually talk about death at his wedding.
A thick killing intent flashed through his eyes, but he did not show it.
Today was his big day. How could he possibly tolerate anyone ruining his wedding?
He glanced at one of the Domain Lords under his command, signaling for him to speak with Qin Luo—or invite Qin Luo to leave.
He pretended not to know anything and intended to continue the wedding.
But Qin Luo was not about to oblige him.
A man stepped toward Qin Luo. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at Qin Luo's side.
With a wave of his hand, a barrier appeared, enveloping Qin Luo's entire table within it.
The children at that table were terrified.
They had merely come along with their elders to attend the feast. How had they ended up in such enormous trouble before even getting a bite to eat?
Their elders sat in the distance, watching the younger members of their Lineages with frantic concern. But what could they do? They did not dare stick their necks out either.
The man who had acted was an important figure from the City Lord's Manor, a Domain Lord Realm expert.
All they could do was pray that this matter would not implicate their juniors.
Some were even cursing Qin Luo inwardly. Why did a perfectly normal man have to sit with children? The meal had not even begun, yet he was already spouting nonsense.
The man looked at Qin Luo, who remained seated, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Friend, you may drink the wedding wine today, but you cannot speak recklessly."
"If..."
Before he could finish, Qin Luo's voice abruptly rose.
The instant he spoke, his powerful aura tore apart the small