Jiao Wu's face darkened, "Marquis of Martial Arts, what is the meaning of this?"
That he did not curse out loud right there was already a sign of good self-control.
On the day of his 300th birthday, to have an armored soldier bring in a bound man before a room full of honored guests was not just impolite but a blatant slap in the face and provocation.
"Please do not be angry, Elder Jiao," Xue Mingyi still stood there, calm and unhurried, "Why not first take a look and see if the gift I brought is appropriate or not."
Unhindered along the way, the four armored soldiers carried the so-called "gift," walking towards the main table with firm steps.
Jiang Wang had not expected that by attending the birthday banquet to get close to Green Cloud Pavilion, he would witness such a spectacle. Underneath Yong Country's great reforms, the complex and mysterious changes seemed to manifest within this birthday banquet.
