Therefore!
Murong Wanwan no longer thought of going out to travel—that had merely been an excuse!
With that time...
She might as well accompany her husband in the Secret Realm!
And spend time with her son and the clan's younger generation.
Just as Cheng Buzheng and Murong Wanwan were being lovey-dovey...
Ping'an City outside the small courtyard was festooned everywhere with red silk ribbons, dancing in the wind!
A sea of red filled the eye!
Every Mortal Cultivator of the Cheng Immortal Clan wore a beaming smile.
An air of celebration permeated the entire city.
That's right!
Ping'an City had taken on such a look in this short span of time...
All thanks to Cheng Ping'an's handiwork.
On this day.
A pavilion radiating treasure light appeared out of thin air at the very center of the city square.
Then, the pavilion suffused with treasure light blazed brilliantly.
Amid flashes of dazzling Spirit Light, that seemingly extraordinary pavilion suddenly began to expand.
Very quickly!
The ever-growing pavilion rose higher than the city walls.
From afar...
It resembled a colossal sword thrusting straight into the heavens!
It faintly carried the imposing force to pierce the firmament.
Just then, a vast, resounding voice rang through the skies.
"The grand ceremony is about to begin. All juniors, enter in an orderly manner!"
The next moment.
The many Cheng Immortal Clan Mortal Cultivators in the city, busy with their affairs, set down what they were doing and hurried toward the central square.
Among the groups making their way over were the old and the young.
Some Female Cultivators even held infants in their arms, chatting with the Female Cultivators beside them as they headed toward the city center.
It was not only the Young Women, young girls, and old women who did so!
The youths