"Mark my words. The Yun family will fall in half an hour. You'd better take this opportunity to pawn your belongings and run away…"
Yun Ting's heart skipped a beat. This time, no one dared to stop Chu Feng. They all stepped aside and made way for the couple. Soon, they were out of sight.
With the ancestral hall wrecked, the atmosphere in the venue was unbearably grim.
The guests wanted to leave this troubled place as soon as they could, but Yun Ting's soldiers heavily guarded the place. They could only sit in their seats and keep quiet.
The festive ceremony had become as solemn as a funeral.
After a long time…
"Grandfather, Chu Feng and Muqing have gone overboard! They don't respect you at all!" Yun Xiaoyue cast her accusations after taking a deep breath. "They've destroyed the Yun family ancestral hall and humiliated us. We can't let them get away with it."
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