After what felt like an eternity of pushing and shoving their way through a mass of sorcerers gathering around what LiangLin could only describe as an execution arena, the three men got front row seats to watch whatever carnage or trial that was bound to happen as soon as XueYa appeared.
Enemies were made along the way, and LiangLin had calculated to have smashed at least a dozen toes to get to the front - but it was no biggie. His husband had made enough enemies to last a lifetime - a few more didn't make a difference.
Uncle Hua might have attracted scathing gazes to LiangLin's surprise, but at least the sorcerers begrudgingly made way for the old man - while the two younger had to fight their way to not lose sight of uncle Hua.