The next day, at noon.
Along the ten-mile-long avenue stretching from the main gate of the imperial palace to the Speed Clan's residence, red silk gleamed like sunset clouds and golden lanterns shone like stars. Festive red lanterns hung before every household.
The common folk crowded along both sides of the street, standing on tiptoe and craning their necks for a glimpse of the grand wedding that had shaken the entire empire.
Bai Chenxiang, the young princess of the Speed Clan, was marrying Oscar, a food-type Soul Sage. The officiant was Tang San, the empire's imperial preceptor and inheritor of the Asura God, while the host was Dai Mubai, Emperor of the Star Luo Empire. Such an assembly was an event rarely seen in a century of Star Luo history.
Yet no one knew that beneath this magnificent celebration lurked an undercurrent capable of swallowing the entire empire.
Inside the imperial palace's grand hall, Tang San wore a brocade robe embroidered with gold. Standing atop the steps by the hall entrance, his gaze swept across the bustling crowd below, while a trace of barely perceptible gravity lingered in his eyes.
He had overruled all objections to hold this unprecedentedly lavish wedding for two reasons. The first was to raise morale.
The shadow cast by the deaths of the Clear Sky Sect's eight Super Douluo was far too heavy. The empire's soldiers and civilians desperately needed a joyous occasion to restore their confidence.
The second was to bind Oscar completely to them. This level eighty-seven food-type Titled Douluo's Mirror Image Sausage was the logistical lifeline of an army of millions. By marrying Bai Chenxiang to him, they would firmly tie his loyalty to the fate of the Star Luo Empire.
"Imperial Preceptor, everything has been arranged."
Dai Mubai walked over to