Today's banquet was jointly held by Ou Zun and Ou Mo.
The invitees were the celebrities of the Imperial City and the masters of the vocal arts.
It was meant to prove in front of everyone that Mù Qiānxún was the true floral demon.
Luo SuiFeng looked at the smile on Mù Qiānxún's face, she had done it, she reclaimed everything that belonged to her.
And in doing so, she had cast him and Wen Rou into the abyss.
The news of today's events would soon spread through various channels.
He, Wen Rou, Su Xue, all three would be labeled.
They had colluded to frame Mù Qiānxún.
They stole her voice, her song, her identity, and even deceived her emotions.
Wen Rou stood there, silent as a statue.
Now, to say nothing was best.
Su Xue had already collapsed on the ground, it was all over, everything was over.
She thought that once Luo SuiFeng identified her as the floral demon, Mù Qiānxún would have no room to maneuver.
After all, Mù Qiānxún was no longer the floral demon.
