Inside the main hall.
Yang Zhengshan was likewise dressed in wedding robes, kowtowing before the memorial tablet of the Azure Sky Sword Sect's founder.
By rights, he should have been kowtowing to Yu Qingyi's parents and ancestors, but Yu Qingyi was an orphan. She did not even know who her parents were, so it had been changed to the memorial tablet of the Azure Sky Sword Sect's founder instead.
Yang Zhengshan had groomed himself especially neatly today. His head of black hair was combed without a single strand out of place, and his long beard had been trimmed and arranged with perfect care.
Judging from his outward appearance, his youth was rather deceptive. Looking at his face alone, he did not look like someone in his forties at all, but that long beard added a few shades of age to him.
A long beard made him look old. Before coming here, Yang Zhengshan had even thought of shaving it off, because he felt that standing beside Yu Qingyi like this made him seem suspiciously like an old ox eating tender grass.
But one's body, hair, and skin were received from one's parents. Shaving was out of the question, so he could only do some simple trimming.
Next came the bride-receiving ceremony. With the help of the maids, Yu Qingyi walked out and bade farewell to the four elders of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.
"Martial uncles!"
"Your niece thanks the four martial uncles!"
Yu Qingyi had originally been filled with joy, but when she came to the main hall and saw Su Kun and the other three, her nose suddenly felt a little sour.
Those who gave birth to me were my parents; those who raised me were the Azure Sky Sword Sect.
Yu Qingyi did not know who her