The glow of crimson lanterns illuminated the silently falling snow.
Inside Deathly Silent Manor, countless guests had risen and retreated to the edges of the banquet. Outside the main hall, only Chu Hao remained on the roof with his spear held crosswise, along with the black-clad man in a bamboo hat seated in a corner of the courtyard.
Inside the main hall, sect and gang leaders of considerable renown in Yazhou walked out, looked up, then moved to either side of the entrance. One of the elders spoke:
"Today is the joyous day when the Wu Family and the Chu Family join in marriage. Killing someone and spilling blood would indeed mar the wedding ceremony. This young hero acted out of a sense of justice, and his intervention was also for the Chu Family's sake. Hero Chu, you had best offer an explanation, or I fear this affair will be difficult to settle."
On the roof, Chu Hao angled his iron spear downward, his gaze fixed on the distant black-clad man in the bamboo hat. His brows knitted tightly, and he ignored the words of those below.
After all, people in the martial world had short memories. As long as his abilities were great enough, no one would dare mention a few suspicions before he died.
But if he opened his mouth to argue, he knew exactly what he had done back then, and there was no bluffing his way through it. If Lu Ya's account was confirmed, all of Red Feather Manor would be disgraced. The Wu Family might turn around and leave; why would they still marry their daughter into a household with such corrupt morals?
The best approach now was to maintain a cold face, kill Lu Ya outright, and then claim some petty troublemaker had caused