After dealing with the middle-aged woman, Zhang Xiaohao calmly withdrew his palm.
He glanced in the direction of the Ouyang Family's inner courtyard.
The celebratory music continued to play, and various cheers could be heard even from afar.
"Having fun, aren't you?" Zhang Xiaohao said mockingly.
He stepped forward, walking coldly towards the Ouyang Family's inner courtyard.
A few minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao appeared at the gate of the inner courtyard, where large red lanterns hung everywhere within a hundred-meter radius, exuding a festive atmosphere.
As soon as Zhang Xiaohao appeared, all the cheers and celebratory voices suddenly vanished.
The members of the Ouyang Family, as well as the people from the Qingming Sect, stood still as if frozen, their eyes all fixed on Zhang Xiaohao.
"You all seem quite happy! Looks like I've come at a bad time!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
