Zheng Dan and Xie Daoyun couldn’t help but stare at Sang Hong. They were just as confused as King Liang. Why would Sang Hong do something like that?

Sang Hong struggled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, he showed no sign of panic, but flashed a faint smile instead. “Respectfully, I have no idea what you are talking about. Everyone here knows that our Sang clan has a grudge against that kid. He even had the nerve to interfere with my son’s wedding. Why would I ever help him escape?”

All the guests present nodded along. They clearly agreed with his words. None of them believed that Sang Hong would step in to save Zu An.

King Liang’s expression darkened. “Then why did you stand in my way if you didn’t intend to aid his escape?”

Sang Hong replied nonchalantly, “Ah, about that… I gained some sudden insights from watching the fight, and before I knew it, I had rushed out. I didn’t expect King Liang to take flight as well, and I just...