C2275 Wrong Person?

Ye Feng did not make a single move and almost ignored the middle-aged man's horsewhip as it came crashing down. He walked straight towards the bride's palanquin.

"Pah …"

Boom.

The horsewhip swept onto a spot three feet above Ye Feng's head, a layer of faint Light Shield appeared.

The crowd was clamoring.

The wedding procession fell into disarray.

The leader, an old man