A Bitter Scold!

The atmosphere of the whole Drill Ground gradually grew tense.

Jian Wushuang and Yang Zaixuan were surrounded by experts from Ice Nether Valley, who were all prepared to kill Jian Wushuang and Yang Zaixuan as long as the Valley Master gave the order.

But Jian Wushuang and Yang Zaixuan had a fearless look in their eyes, as if they didn't care about those Ice Nether Valley experts at all.

"Wushuang, Zaixuan, what are you doing?" Su Rou asked from inside the Glazed Carriage while frowning.

"Just keep waiting," Jian Wushuang replied with a faint smile, not explaining anything.

"You must be Su Rou's sworn brothers, right? Su Rou has mentioned you." Ye Chen took one step, looked at them and smiled, then said, "Please forgive me. It was because of my thoughtlessness that you were not invited to our wedding."

"Em?" Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes.

Ye Chen didn't rage, even though Jian Wushuang had almost ruined the wedding.