Under Huang Yunzi's late-stage Core Formation pressure, the hall was silent as the grave. No one dared speak.
Uninvolved people like Li Ping and Guo Feng naturally kept their distance, hanging high above a matter that did not concern them.
Cultivators and lineages closely aligned with the Meng Family, such as Cheng Yao and the Wang Family, were both shocked and delighted. They were delighted that Dai Sangyu was dead, but shocked that the Meng Family had not informed them beforehand.
As for cultivators like Xu Guike and Lin Yue, who had close ties to Dai Sangyu and Windmist True Person, they were horrified and at a loss.
The Meng Family Ancestor swept his gaze over everyone in the hall and said sorrowfully, "Dai Sangyu's murder of her master was truly appalling. The wedding cannot proceed. I hope you will all understand."
"Of course."
"Of course."
Only after he broke the silence did everyone dare speak, hurriedly voicing their agreement.
At that moment, Meng Qingyi stepped forward. "Still, since you fellow Daoists are already here, please finish the banquet before leaving."
After such a tremendous upheaval, how could anyone in the hall still have an appetite? Had Huang Yunzi, a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, not been standing at the entrance, they would have bolted through the doors long ago.
But under Huang Yunzi's smiling gaze, who dared object? They obediently sat down and raised their cups of spirit wine to steady their nerves.
As everyone sat, one man recovered from his shock.
He looked at Meng Qingyi, a trace of resolve in his eyes. "Martial Uncle, I want to ask you something. You say my master murdered my grandmaster, but do you have any proof? As far as I know, they were always close, like mother and daughter. How could