The moment the Yaksha Lord arrived, a strange stillness fell across the entire wedding venue.
The cheers, the light-hearted chatter, the music—everything came to a sudden halt.
It was as if the air had frozen.
A heavy, unseen pressure dropped over the guests, making even the Foundation Building experts hold their breath.
The Blackblood Lord's eyes locked onto the new arrival.
His calm expression finally cracked. His fists clenched tightly by his side, and for a moment, it seemed like he might attack right then and there.
Even the Spirit chains on Haitin's ceremonial robe trembled slightly under the weight of his father's rising anger.
Then, a cold breeze swept through the stage as another figure stepped forward—Frostbound Lord.
He moved to stand beside the Blackblood Lord without a word, his face like ice, eyes sharp and focused on the Yaksha Lord. His gaze alone was enough to make many lower-level cultivators turn their eyes away.
