The main base was bustling today. The mercenaries present had all donned military dress uniforms, while the non-mercenary guests wore beautiful attire.
Today was March 20, Cosmic Year 119—Long Fei's wedding day. The official websites of Skywing Group's companies were broadcasting it live.
Besides representatives of many national leaders, Saintess Aina of the Oya Cross Nation had been invited not only as a guest, but also as the wedding's officiant and host.
Taoxiang was four months pregnant, her belly slightly rounded, but that did nothing to diminish her beautiful and captivating appearance as the day's leading lady. Her snow-white wedding gown set off her lovely face.
Long Fei wore a black-and-white formal suit.
Long Kui and her two sisters, along with their aunt Long Huijuan, were responsible for receiving the distinguished guests.
Long Fei and Taoxiang walked hand in hand toward the red carpet, with the best man and bridesmaids following behind them.
On either side of the red carpet stood Sky Wing Mercenaries in military dress uniforms, holding their rifles at a forty-five-degree downward angle.
Numerous drones above scattered flower petals, which drifted gently down to the ground.
The guests and Skywing Group's presidents sat on hand-carved benches on both sides. Long Kui held portraits of their parents facing forward, as though hoping their parents could witness their son getting married.
Saintess Aina wore a black-and-white formal gown, which in Oya Cross Nation culture represented the officiant's blessing that the newlyweds would grow old together.
Saintess Aina offered the pair her blessings and led them through their vows.
"Long Fei, are you willing to take Taoxiang as your wife?"
"I am."
"Taoxiang, are you willing to marry Long Fei as your husband?"
"I am."
"Very well. I now solemnly declare Long Fei and Taoxiang joined in marriage. The newlyweds