Not long afterward, the five of them clinked cups and chatted.
"Yue'er, when are you going to hold the wedding? You can't leave Feiyan and the others waiting forever. I certainly won't stand for it."
The war was raging, and no one knew what the future held. Shen Yuting had been unable to watch Shi Yue grow up, and she hoped she could watch her grandson grow up instead, making up for the love she had been unable to give Shi Yue by showering it on her grandson.
At those words, Qu Feiyan and Murong Xiaoxiao blushed shyly and lowered their heads without saying a word.
"That's right! Xiaoxiao is the number-one beauty of our Taixu Sect. You little rascal, you got lucky and still act like you're doing her a favor. Hold the wedding soon, so your mother and I can put our minds at ease," Shi Yunxuan chimed in.
He and his wife had been separated from Shi Yue for hundreds of years. Shi Yue had grown up, and they could no longer keep him in line. Now they wanted to enjoy a peaceful life with grandchildren around.
Shi Yue gave a wry smile. He glanced at Qu Feiyan and Murong Xiaoxiao, his expression turning serious. "I'm not acting like I'm doing them a favor. No one knows what the future holds. I plan to wait until we've driven back the Demonic Dao. If I hold a wedding and the Demonic Dao takes the opportunity to attack, what are we supposed to do?"
Shi Yue's wedding would certainly be a major event. The Demonic Dao might send people to disrupt it, or seize the chance to launch an attack. Shi Yue didn't want to wake up one morning and find the Demonic Dao already at his door. Besides,