She suddenly looked up, her gaze piercing through the vast canopy of jewels. Outside the hall, on the plaza, hundreds of Red Flame Glaze Lamps suddenly extinguished.
Xue Qing shifted her gaze, sweeping across the entire plaza, the corners of her eyes reflecting a color close to depletion:
"Today's wedding, ends here."
"Everyone, please leave."
In an instant, the hall was in an uproar, no one knowing what had happened, but since Xue Qing had already given the order to leave, they could not remain and could only slowly disperse.
Several Great Saints sensed something amiss, their expressions all slightly tense, but for the moment it wasn't appropriate to step forward and inquire. If they angered Xue Qing for this, it would not be worth the cost.
Tu Fugui furrowed his brows slightly, glancing at Chu Zheng, pondering inwardly if this event was mishandled?
