The force of the explosion still echoed in their ears as the brilliant glow in the sky gradually faded away.
The garden of the Ye family's villa was now eerily quiet, with most people still dazed by the blast. Some guests, who had come for today's wedding, were so startled and overwhelmed by the suddenness and intensity of the explosion that they fell to the ground, their legs giving way beneath them.
Standing not far behind Ye Chenfeng, Wu Xiaofei, Zhao Wanting, and a few other women were all pale with shock. Patriarch Ye and Patriarch Wu were both deeply furrowed with worry—especially Patriarch Ye. Today was supposed to be the joyous wedding day of his youngest son, Ye Dongjian. Who could be behind such sabotage? If Ye Chenfeng hadn't promptly noticed something wrong with that potted plant, today's wedding could have turned into a graveyard for many.
