Jiang Chen was humming a little tune as he made his way toward the altar.
But the moment he set foot on the altar, he instinctively stopped. He raised an eyebrow, a primal sense of danger washing over him.
His gaze swept across the area, and he noticed everyone looking at him with contempt, disdain, and a hint of schadenfreude. Not far away, a group led by Jiang Ziyou, Yun Haoran, Sima Tao, Jiang Tai, Lin Shengfeng, Chen Tianrun, Xu Ying, and Qian Duoduo was closing in on him, their faces etched with Evil Qi.
A cold smile played on Jiang Ziyou's lips. She looked at Jiang Chen with mockery in her eyes and snarled, "Jiang Chen, you actually have the nerve to come back!"
"How dare you, Jiang Chen! To murder Lin Yu and the others for your own selfish desires... you're utterly depraved! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!" Jiang Tai roared at Jiang Chen, his face a mask of fury.
