"Enough!" Zhang Ming barked coldly as he surveyed the chaotic scene.
He addressed the man who had taken out the bloodline stone. "Fellow Daoist Sun, this is a private matter for the Zhang Family, so we need not trouble you. Keep that bloodline stone for your own use."
The man was not angered by his barbed words. Instead, he continued with a grin, "Patriarch Zhang, that's where you're wrong. I'm only trying to help. What if these people are telling the truth, and these children really are Nephew Jin's? Wouldn't that mean harming Niece Qingluan?"
He kept calling them his dear nephew and niece, words laden with mockery in such a setting.
After hearing him out, Zhang Ming nearly spat blood, but he held it back. Taking a deep breath, he addressed the crowd. "First, thank you all for attending my daughter's wedding today. Second, the Zhang Family will absolutely not let today's events rest. Whoever is behind this, as the patriarch of the Zhang Family and as a father, I will not let them off. Please leave for today. Your wedding gifts will be returned to their senders."
Returned to their senders?
Xue Fuyao glanced at Zhang Ming. If the wedding gifts were returned, wouldn't her Demon Puppet Tree Sap have been used to soak them for nothing?
Just then, she suddenly felt a tug on the hem of her skirt. Looking down, she saw that a silver-gray figure had appeared by her feet at some point and was now clinging to the bottom of her clothes, climbing upward.
One look at Big Treasure's bulging cheeks told Xue Fuyao that Big Treasure had reaped quite a haul this time.
She tucked Big Treasure into the Spirit Beast Pouch inside her sleeve, and her earlier gloom was swept away in