The memories swiftly ebbed from Murong Yuan's mind like a receding tide.
His ears rang. The humiliation before him and his daughter's trembling shoulders dragged him back to this bitterly cold wedding feast.
Li Sheng's laughter still echoed in his ears, stabbing the softest part of his heart as a father.
His daughter still cowered behind him, her shoulders shaking without pause.
"Dad..."
"L-let's go..."
She dared not raise her head or look at the guests pointing and judging below, much less at the figure in bright red wedding robes beside her.
Li Sheng watched the father and daughter on the platform, his smile growing more smug.
This was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Go? Where would you go, Brother Murong?"
"If you ask me, that daughter of yours... tsk, tsk. With a face like that, keeping her shut away at home would be one thing. Why insist on ruining a fine young talent's life?"
Behind him, the two elders who had remained silent suddenly spoke.
"Brother Li is right. To put it bluntly, even a shapeshifted demonic beast looks three times more presentable than she does! And she actually dreams of marrying?"
Those words were vicious enough.
But the short, fat elder beside him went even further.
"If you ask me, she might be some worn-out slut who'll spread her legs for anyone. That's why they grabbed some random man to marry her."
"Looking like that, she can't be picky anyway. Anything male will do, right?"
A few guests below frowned.
Even those watching the spectacle thought these words went a little too far.
But Li Sheng did not care at all.
Reputation? What did a little infamy matter?
As long as he could disrupt Murong Yuan's state of mind, damage his Dao Heart, and make his breakthrough to