For a moment, Li Tianming did not know what to say. He had originally been facing a formidable enemy, wracking his brains over Sword Mountain and Tower Mountain, as well as how to deal with the resentment the Divine Tomb Cult would bear over Mu Dongli's death. Yet in the blink of an eye, dark willows and bright flowers had appeared, the rising sun had climbed the sky, and he felt utterly unburdened!
"Um... Tianming, this wedding..." As Dao Yinfei spoke to Li Tianming now, she had to lower her voice and speak softly, even pinching her throat into a cloyingly coquettish tone.
The Battle-Obsessed Elder took over, saying, "Hold it—of course we must hold it in grand style! As the saying goes, establish a family, then establish a career. Once the family is formed, one's career will naturally charge ahead like a horse on level ground! No matter what, today is Tianming's great day. He is a man who values his feelings. The main sect can be visited anytime; the wedding night is what matters most!"
Those words struck straight into Dao Yinfei's heart. Li Tianming had suddenly soared into the heavens; naturally, the most important thing was to bind him with a beauty trap. Everyone knew this boy was a romantic. If they did not complete the rites today, then if something happened to Xuanting in the future, who would they turn to?
For the peace of Xuanting, from their perspective, this marriage had to happen!
If it did not, they would suffer a tremendous loss.
One Li Tianming had already brought the imperial clan and the Divine Tomb Cult onto the same boat, with harmony and joy all around.
Who cared about Xing Xuan Qiu'e or Mu Dongli, or the imperial clan powerhouses who had died in