An Yiqing's side, counting the Gu Family's guard team, had only over a hundred people. The Gu Family's ancestors never attended junior weddings. Since it was a joyous occasion, the Gu Family hadn't arranged for too many guards for security. On Xiao Yu's side, the Hanyu Sect combined with the Nangong Family had several hundred people. Along with some guards and family members brought by other families, there were enough to number a thousand.
This battle today, An Yiqing's side was in grave danger.
As time passed, more and more people died. The ground of Fengluan Mountain was stained red with blood, streams of it slowly flowing to the cliff edge, dropping drip by drip into the surging sea. Under the rolling dark clouds, An Yiqing's dress fluttered. She glanced at everyone from the Gu and An Families, all of whom were already injured.
