As Tuoba Sanniang grew older, the bloodthirsty nature of her youth had mellowed somewhat. These days, only solid gold and silver could tempt her to kill, but severing limbs or slicing off a hair bun, scalp and all, was still something she could do without a second thought. Wei Xun had no idea what had brought her to Lingbao County. He sat cross-legged in meditation outside Baozhu's door all night, guarding against her return.
The next day, he summoned Pang Liangji and demanded, "Besides me and Seventh, did you invite any of our other fellow disciples?"
Pang Liangji looked horrified. "How could I! This is my wedding, not a funeral for my entire family! What do you mean, eldest senior brother?"
Wei Xun folded his arms and said bluntly, "I saw Third and Fifth in town yesterday."
At the mere mention of "Third," Pang Liangji shuddered, his face slowly draining of color.
Huo Qilang was startled too. "Fifth senior brother may be tremendously destructive, but if we don't provoke him, perhaps he won't set anything alight. Third senior sister is truly terrifying, though. Can you still change the wedding date?"
Pang Liangji shook his head frantically. "I had someone choose this auspicious day. If I change it, I'll have to wait until next year to bring A Ran home. Besides, I've already sent invitations far and wide to the heroes of the martial world. This isn't just a wedding-it's also the ceremony where the Swiftwind Guardian washes his hands in a golden basin and retires from the martial world."
The Pang Family of Jade City were wealthy local landowners, not originally people of the martial world. As the saying went, the poor studied letters while the rich learned martial arts. Pang Liangji had loved wielding spears and staffs since childhood