White Family Hall...
A large number of elders, uncles, cousins, and direct family members of the prestigious White Clan sat in their respective seats, all murmuring, arguing, or loudly voicing their outrage.
Their white-and-gold robes fluttered slightly from their exaggerated gestures, and their expressions ranged from disbelief to fury.
The center of attention was not the person who had caused the uproar, but the now-vacant seat beside Lily White, the most favored daughter of the clan and the intended fiancée of the supposed offender—Phillip Salt.
"How dare that Salt brat insult our family in such a disgraceful way!" barked Elder Vyon, a thick-bearded man with a wine-red scar across his cheek. "He didn't just approach another woman—he made a public love offering in front of the entire Alchemy City!"
