Refusal

"Ninth Brother?!"

Chu Liechu lifted his helmet visor, revealing a handsome face.

Chu Zhiyuan stepped down from the boulder and came before him. "Eldest Brother, you've had a hard journey."

He nodded to the four middle-aged men, expressing his thanks.

The status of a Venerable was extraordinary, whether in the martial world or the Imperial Court.

These four were evidently Attendants.

The four cupped their fists in salute, then withdrew to one side.

"It was nothing," Chu Liechu said. "...We should have reached Phoenix Imperial City last night."

The Demon Race's ambush had led to a fierce battle. Then they had needed to reorganize their formation and deal with the aftermath for the six Imperial Guards, delaying them by half a day.

"Eldest Brother, did you keep anything belonging to the ambushers?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

"What do you want it for?"

"To hunt down the killers, naturally!" Chu Zhiyuan said slowly. "They killed our people. How could we let them roam free and easy?"

"You... already know?"

"I heard about it this morning."

"You needn't concern yourself with this. Your wedding is imminent. That is the foremost matter at present—nothing can go wrong."

"It won't delay the wedding."

"Don't go stirring up trouble. Go back obediently and wait to get married."

"Rest assured, Eldest Brother. I know what I'm doing."

"What do you know! If you tangle with them, how can you be sure of victory? Besides, they won't be easy to track down."

"Then have Father Emperor send some tracking experts," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Chu Liechu said gravely, "We've already sent word to Father Emperor. But you must not make a move. How do we know they won't lay an ambush because of it?"

The Demon Race's ambush had been intended to ruin this wedding.

The more they tried