"Are you also heading to Nanjiang City, my lord? Why don't we travel together?" the groom asked with a smile.
"No, I still have important business to attend to. For now, let me wish you and your bride a lifetime of happiness together and an early son." Ning Xiu clasped his hands in a salute.
The groom was overjoyed to hear this and hurriedly returned the salute with great respect. Receiving a wedding blessing from a Demon Subduing Captain was an excellent omen.
Seeing how happy he was, Ning Xiu decided not to tell them the truth.
Since things had come to this, more than forty years had passed in the outside world, and everything had long since changed. He might as well let this man remain immersed in the happiness he believed in.
Turning back toward the hillside, Ning Xiu entered the dense fog once more.
The road the wedding procession had taken was not shrouded in fog, but given that they had been walking for over forty years without noticing anything amiss, there was clearly something fishy about it.
It was quite possible that the road had no end, and that the group would simply keep walking along it, beating their gongs and drums forever.
Even more terrifyingly, the road might have the power to make people forget and lose track of time, ensuring that travelers would never remember how long they had been walking.
In their eyes, decades might have felt like no more than half an hour.
So Ning Xiu could not possibly keep going along the road taken by the wedding procession. If he got trapped in it too, he would be done for.
As soon as he entered the dense fog, the feeling of being unable to tell east from west, north from south,