A voice cut in as Qin Feng rushed over, feigning urgency. He bowed to the middle-aged man and said with a sincere expression, "Uncle Zhao, please, stay your hand. This is my fault for my poor arrangements. Please, do me this small favor. Whatever grievances you have, how about we wait until we're on the island and the assembly has begun to seek justice?"
Looking at the middle-aged man's displeased face, Qin Feng sneered to himself. 'Ling Xiao, if I can't get him to kill you with a single strike, why would I bother getting involved? True, the engagement was just a verbal agreement between our elders. And yes, over the past decade or so, our families have grown distant, even clashing unpleasantly—sometimes fiercely—over resources from the sea islands.'
'But none of that matters. You, Song Mingyue... you're my woman!'
