Escape from Marriage

Zhang Chen strolled out of the room, his eyes fixed on the distant vault of heaven. "Today is a bright, clear day."

After speaking, Zhang Chen used an escape technique and hastened toward Chongzheng Academy.

The atmosphere at Chongzheng Academy remained lively. Countless travelers came from all directions, either staying in Jinling City or heading directly to the academy to pay their respects at the Mountain Gate.

Zhang Chen saw Chen Qi, Zhou Qiucheng's chief steward, standing before the gates and welcoming the passing guests. Yet Zhou Zhen was nowhere to be seen, which struck him as strange.

By rights, Zhou Zhen ought to have been standing at the Mountain Gate to welcome the guests. Stroking the letter in his robes, Zhang Chen found the thought from that night growing increasingly heavy. No way, right? Zhou Zhen is a scholar. He wouldn't do something like that, would he?

In truth, Zhang Chen had overthought it. Just as his thoughts were churning, Zhou Zhen appeared from afar, looking weary. He slowly walked in and took his place before the Mountain Gate, welcoming guests from every direction.

For Zhou Zhen's wedding, distant guests had needed to be notified in advance. Many had arrived early and taken up residence within the academy.

Once Zhang Chen saw Zhou Zhen, he felt that he had indeed been worrying needlessly. He turned and helped arrange the decorations throughout the mountain, while also assisting in welcoming the various guests.

As an Eleventh Order powerhouse of South of the River Dao and the Great Victory Dynasty's Sea Calming Needle in the region, Zhou Zhen possessed cultivation that shook heaven and earth. He was one of the foremost experts in all of South of the River Dao. How could the Privileged Class of the region dare neglect his son's