After the interruption by the Myriad Swords Ancestor, the cultivators' festive enthusiasm faded considerably. Some who had ties to the Myriad Swords Gate gradually took their leave.
None of them showed displeasure or hostility, however. They all found various excuses.
They did not want to offend the Myriad Swords Gate, but neither did they want to offend Chen Lin or the Qingyang Sect.
Of course, many cultivators stayed to continue celebrating with Chen Lin and Luo Qinglan.
Powerful though the Myriad Swords Gate was, it could not be on friendly terms with every faction. Quite a few were its enemies, and seeing the Myriad Swords Ancestor suffer a setback delighted them. They would even have welcomed Chen Lin killing him.
Still, no one believed Chen Lin had the strength to kill the Myriad Swords Ancestor. A vast gulf separated the nascent soul middle stage from the nascent soul early stage, and the Myriad Swords Ancestor was a veteran powerhouse who had cultivated for seven or eight hundred years, with deep reserves to draw upon.
They believed Chen Lin had blocked the Myriad Swords Ancestor's flying sword only through the advantage of his spirit treasure. As for injuring him, that had been the result of the Myriad Swords Ancestor's carelessness.
Even so, it was enough to prove Chen Lin's strength, and they all made friendly overtures.
The wedding did not officially conclude until evening.
The other cultivators all said their farewells and left. Only the leaders of the various factions remained.
The City Lord Manor blazed with light. The cultivators took their seats according to rank, while some Golden Core Cultivators sat around the edges, all eyes fixed on Chen Lin.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, how are things in the Northern Immortal Cultivation World? And how did you get here? Please hold