Augustine's expression was so grim it was practically dripping venom. He took a step forward, bringing him face-to-face with Garuda. The Emperor's might and the Wing King's frigid aura collided violently in the air, as if invisible sparks were flying.
"Hiding her? Selfish?" Augustine's voice was low and seething with fury, each word seeming to be ground out from deep within his chest.
"Lan Yi Jialuo! Watch your tone! Yaoyao is the woman we love, our partner who willingly entered into a marriage contract with us! The Empire gives her a home and love, not a cage! We sympathize with the plight of your Wing Clan, but that is absolutely no reason for you to barge into our wedding and try to abduct my wife!"
Bai Lian stepped forward as well. Always gentle in Yaoyao's presence, his eyes were now as sharp as ice.
