"It's your turn!"
Xiao Yi gazed expressionlessly at Chen Longxiang.
Chen Longxiang's eyes were icy cold, his fists clenched tightly as surging energy erupted from his palms, crackling and snapping like firecrackers.
The terrifying waves of energy gathered around him, transforming into raging winds that roared towards the skies.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A cold smile tugged at Chen Longxiang's lips, laden with mockery and disdain. He turned to Fang Ru and said, "Saint Master, today is supposed to be my wedding day with your daughter, yet this man is causing chaos at the banquet. Do you not have a few words to say?"
The crowd's gaze collectively shifted to Fang Ru.
Fang Qingzhu pressed her lips together tightly, worry coloring her face as she looked at her father.
Fang Ru stood with his hands clasped behind his back, adopting a stance of detached indifference. He said blandly, "What do you wish for me to say?"
