Over at the ancestral mountain of Longquan Sword Sect, Old Immortal Jia handled the wedding banquet with such imposing momentum that he seemed like a "Rain Before" Fourteen Realms cultivator presiding over his own Daoist sanctuary.
Zhu Lian assisted him, and their coordination was seamless. At first, Huai Lu, the Woman Mountain Lord of Luanshan Mountain, had worried that even if this Dragon Gate Realm Daoist priest was well versed in folk wedding customs and familiar with mountain-and-river conventions, he might make the wedding banquet of two mountain cultivators smell too much of earth and dust—or else give it too much of an immortal family flavor, leaving it somewhat lacking in human warmth. Very soon, Huai Lu was utterly convinced. This Old Immortal Jia from Luopo Mountain was truly learned!
No matter how much Ruan Qiong trusted them, though, this was ultimately much like marrying off a daughter. He probably felt that he had to visibly do something, so he occasionally could not help offering some clumsy suggestions. Huai Lu naturally said nothing outright, while Zhu Lian considered himself no more than a cook in charge of the ladle. Though Old Daoist Master Jia was ordinarily generous and easy to negotiate with, after patiently explaining matters to Ruan Qiong once or twice, Old Immortal Jia finally lost his temper. Of course, it was that particular majesty that commanded awe without anger, as if he were saying, "Sage Ruan, if you keep making things worse with your help, you'll touch this poor Daoist's reverse scale. Off to the side!"
With Ruan Qiong's famously stubborn temper, known throughout Treasure Bottle Continent, he actually responded well to that. After sincerely apologizing to Old Daoist Master Jia, he silently watched from the side, staring eagerly and no longer talking nonsense. If he could help,