Wedding Candles

The old man could not help rubbing his forehead, sighing inwardly. What in the world had happened to this age?

His old wife was a supreme Great Power in the Purple Extreme World, one of its rulers. Who knew how many martial artists under heaven had wept and knelt, begging to take her as their master? Yet getting the little girl before him to accept her as master had required so much persuasion. Still, it had finally worked out!

As for Luo Zheng, there were some things he could not bring himself to say today. He could only wait for now.

The Dual Cultivation Ceremony lasted several hours. It was not until night had fallen and the Cloud Palace had seen off its guests that the clamor gradually died down.

The newly spread bedsheets had been woven from Black Gold Soft Silk and Brown Silk Worm silk. They were as soft as the clouds in the sky, almost weightless. Seated upon them, Ning Yu Die's body was as stiff as an ice stick.

In an ordinary household, girls married at fourteen or fifteen. Although Ning Yu Die's age among martial artists was still that of a rising sun, compared with mortal girls, she was already a grown woman.

Ning Yu Die had guarded her chastity like jade until now, so she naturally could not avoid feeling nervous and ill at ease. There was even a trace of fear. Such was only human nature.

Amid her nervousness, Ning Yu Die could not help finding a topic to discuss. Lowering her voice, she asked, "That old man today—who exactly was he?"

Luo Zheng smiled faintly and shook his head. "I don't know!"

The old man had not revealed his identity and was still staying in the Cloud Palace. Luo Zheng guessed that,