Feng Qingshui, leading his men, dashed out of the main hall in confusion.
Events overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
One after another, leaving no room to respond.
No wonder the hundreds of thousands of guests, the Xuan Clan members—even Feng Qingshui, usually composed, was flustered and at a loss.
Marriage kidnapping, assassination, fainting, reversal...
Images passed through his mind like a slideshow.
"Move aside! All of you, move aside!"
Fully armed soldiers in heavy armor carved a path with an imposing presence.
The streets became chaotic, erupting like chickens and dogs running loose.
The ordinary people, unaware of the happenings, were jostled to the roadside, looking bewilderedly as a large contingent of soldiers raced past.
"What's happening? Wasn't today Mo Yunsheng's wedding?"
"These soldiers seem to be heading towards the city gate."
"Terrifying, they must be going to capture someone."
