In the sky, a majestic eagle soared high, letting out sharp and mournful cries that pierced the vast sky, seemingly overlooking this human farce with a touch of mockery.
In the distance, the mountain peaks were shrouded in mist, dreamlike and ethereal, as if a mysterious Immortal Realm apart from the world, forming a stark contrast with the tense standoff before them.
Wu Zhong's eyes widened in fury upon hearing this, his eyes bulging like copper bells, seemingly about to spew fire.
The veins on his face bulged, like angry little snakes writhing, ready to break free of their bonds.
He took a sudden step forward, the dried branches beneath his feet cracking heavily, as if cheering for his rage.
Pointing at Liu Tingting, he shouted angrily, "You shameless scoundrel! How dare you spout such outrageous lies? How could Brother Shi have a marriage contract with you? Are you trying your old trick again, setting a trap to frame us?"
