The Yan Clan was already overflowing with distinguished guests, an endless stream passing through its gates. Even the clan elders, more seasoned than those of any other household in receiving guests, were still overwhelmed.
Red lanterns hung high, crimson silk fluttered in the wind, and the wedding characters filling the courtyard gleamed beneath the sunlight.
For a time, praises such as "a match of gold and jade," "a union made in heaven," and "a pair of immortal lovers" rang out throughout the Yan Clan.
It could be said that once the two families were joined by marriage today, they would become the greatest clan in the Demon Realm within ten years.
Yan Nanfei, the Yan Clan's patriarch, had broken precedent by personally coming out to receive a guest today—a man who should have been dead: Xuanyuan Wuji, an elder of the Xuanyuan Clan.
When Yan Nanfei unexpectedly appeared, the guests outside immediately broke into discussion. Greetings and congratulations came one after another without end.
Yan Nanfei handled them all with proper courtesy, but in the end, he walked up to an inconspicuous carriage. Seeing the old man step down from it, he cupped his hands and smiled faintly.
No one knew that the visitor was the Xuanyuan Clan's most mysterious old man.
The carriage was simply too ordinary, no different from those used by coachmen who traveled through streets and alleys to make a living.
Only Yan Nantian knew that Xuanyuan Wuji had never cared for pomp or display.
For a living dead man to come to the Yan Clan and drink a cup of wedding wine was already an unexpected delight to him.
Seeing Yan Nantian come out personally to greet him, Xuanyuan Wuji stepped down from the carriage as well.
To outsiders, he was merely a lifeless old