"Murong Xiangming?"
"It's Murong Xiangming."
The person who had appeared at the Alchemy Master Guild and started killing was, shockingly, Murong Xiangming.
Everyone in the entire Alchemy Master Guild was stunned beyond belief.
They found it impossible to believe that the woman who was about to become their President's daughter-in-law had suddenly appeared on their doorstep to kill.
They were so bewildered they didn't know what to think.
Many of them couldn't grasp what was happening.
Finally, an elderly man, one of the most senior Elders, stepped forward and asked, "Miss Murong, your wedding to our President's son, Qin Lie, is in just three days."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Killing the people of our Alchemy Master Guild."
It wasn't just him; everyone found it strange.
The wedding was only three days away, and everything had been going smoothly. But now, disaster had struck.
Murong Xiangming was still clad in fluttering red, her figure like a blood-red butterfly.
