Everyone in the hall rose from their seats and fell silent. For a moment, it was so quiet that one could have heard a needle drop.
Then a man and a woman entered hand in hand, walking slowly onto the red carpet in the hall before finally taking their seats in the two empty chairs on the eastern side.
Qū Dōng Liú was tall and well-featured. Though he wore festive wedding robes, years of leading the vast Golden Cauldron Sect had stripped away some of his joyous air.
In its place was an imposing, tyrannical majesty. His eyes shone brightly, and no one dared meet his gaze.
Unfortunately, his complexion was somewhat pale and lacked color, making his whole person seem a little frailer.
The woman beside him was also dressed in vivid red, her attire complementing Qū Dōng Liú's wedding robes.
Her features were delicate and refined, and she was tall, only half a head shorter than Qū Dōng Liú.
Her fiery red lips were seductive and alluring, her skin snow-white, and her long skirt trailed across the floor. She was graceful and breathtakingly beautiful.
"So this woman is Yuè Bì Nǔ—no, Yuè Bì Yún? She looks so young. Sister Yue said she was the same age as my mother, but she looked barely thirty. The Moon Worship Palace's internal arts really were good at preserving one's looks. If Mother's martial arts hadn't been crippled, she would probably have looked this young too."
Duàn Yì did not stand out among the crowd. He raised his head and secretly studied Yuè Bì Yún, the woman Yuè Jiāo Nú hated to the bone.
Seeing how stunningly beautiful she was, then recalling the aged appearance of his predecessor's mother, he could not help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Yet he noticed