Xie Jianyu stared at the gleaming tip of the blade. It looked especially sharp.
"Zhang Fengxi, what do you think you are doing?"
Zhang Fengxi flicked some dust off his blade and rubbed the length of the blade with the rough surface of the rag cloth.
"Polishing my spear, what else?"
What an auspicious wedding date, indeed, Xie Jianyu thought sarcastically. Three days after the wedding, the groom was looking for a bloodbath in an attempt to assert his alpha supremacy.
Xie Jianyu grabbed the Three Realm Spear's handle. The husband and wife exchanged glances.
"I won't let you do what you plan to do," Xie Jianyu said. "You will not hunt my nephew for his brazen action today."
Zhang Fengxi gaped at Xie Jianyu. The astonishment across his face gave way to a grin.
"Is that so? Do you think that I was planning to coat our bridal chamber with Jiang Muchen's blood?"
"..."
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
Zhang Fengxi broke into laughter.
