Afterward.
Yi Feng's gaze fell on the third row of seats closer to the high platform.
The sharp-faced Chen Dahai was whispering something to two elders.
"Young Master, what should we do later?"
Chen Dahai smiled sinisterly. "She was clearly the woman I had my eye on, yet the Situ Family dared to marry her off without permission. That old Situ bastard has shown me no respect at all. It is obvious he does not take our Wusheng Mountain seriously."
As he spoke, Chen Dahai swept his gaze around the open-air wedding banquet.
"But do not rush. Once most of their guests have arrived, we will make our move. Before these thousand tables and nearly ten thousand people, I will show them some color. I will let them know the consequences of provoking Wusheng Mountain—kill the chicken to warn the monkeys!"
"Young Master is wise!"
The three whispered among themselves and laughed coldly, looking as though they had the Situ Family completely in the bag.
At that moment, one of the accompanying elders to Chen Dahai's left spotted the two empty tables at the very front.
"Young Master, the Situ Family truly has some nerve. Knowing that you have come, they still did not arrange a seat for you at the high table. How outrageously arrogant!"
The other elder echoed, "Exactly. Young Master should rightly be seated at the high table!"
Chen Dahai had not thought much of it at first.
After all, the first two rows at a wedding feast were customarily reserved for the groom's and bride's relatives and clansmen.
But after the two elders fanned the flames, the overbearing Chen Dahai immediately felt wronged.
Chen Dahai's anger flared at once. He felt that the Situ Family was deliberately humiliating him.
What could be tolerated, and what could