"Honored guests, beloved friends and family, and all my dear supporters who have stood by me all this time, welcome to my wedding celebration."
Above the clouds of Shushan, more than a hundred thousand people watched Chu Liang hover in the air, his voice reaching the nine heavens, their expressions indescribably strange.
After becoming a Saint, he seemed not to have changed much. He still wore that gentle smile that made him look harmless to man and beast alike. Though he had never altered his appearance, he still had a remarkably youthful baby face.
Under normal circumstances, this face would have caused a stir wherever it went. Cries of "Saint Chu," like mountains roaring and seas surging, should have long since erupted.
But the people standing here today had, more or less, been hoodwinked into coming. Their reverence for the current-day Saint mixed with their hatred for a shameless profiteer, forming a bizarre emotion.
The guests feared that when they called him Saint Chu again, the emphasis might change.
"I know that many of you here may have spent a fortune on invitations to come here, and perhaps you feel just a tiny bit unhappy about it." Chu Liang smiled in midair, looking down at the sea of deadpan faces below. With a grand sweep of his hand, he said, "But rest assured, my dear friends. Today will absolutely make this trip worth your while."
He raised a thin sheet of gold foil in his right hand. "Every person who came to my wedding ceremony today will receive one Divine Ruins Bond as a souvenir."
"Divine Ruins Bond?" The crowd was filled with confusion. "What is that?"
"This friend has asked a good question. What is it?" Chu Liang immediately answered, "I became a Transcendent at such a young age