At first, the gods noticed nothing. After the wedding ended, they sang in celebration amid drunken revelry and glittering luxury.
Only when the temperature within this little world fell lower and lower did it slowly douse their enthusiasm.
Only then did they look toward its source and discover that Jiang Yang, who had sat in a seat of honor alongside Zeus and Hera since his arrival, had turned grim.
As Jiang Yang's mood changed, a trace of chill seemed to permeate heaven and earth.
The gods were rather bewildered. He had been perfectly fine when he arrived, his smile warm and gentle.
Why had his expression changed now?
The sounds of the gods' revelry gradually subsided, and the gathering began to fall quiet.
The mortals present did not understand what had happened either, but they sensed something wrong with the atmosphere among the gods and hurried to leave the venue.
They had attended the wedding and eaten at the banquet anyway. Leaving now was no loss.
Seeing Jiang Yang's dark expression, Poseidon, who had always enjoyed a good relationship with him, hurried forward to ask.
"What's wrong, Jiang Yang?"
Seeing his old friend approach with a cup of wine, looking carefree and merry, Jiang Yang's eyelids twitched furiously. Utterly speechless, he decided to give them a proper wake-up call.
So he glanced at Poseidon, signaling for him to sit back down first.
Then Jiang Yang rose to his feet, his imposing golden eyes sweeping his surroundings. Wherever his gaze passed, the gods bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Is King Jiang in a bad mood?"
"Why do I have a feeling this isn't going to end well?"
Some members of the Divine Clan whispered.
Before their words had faded, Jiang Yang raised his voice, his tone unusually