At dawn, Jia Ma Holy City lay beneath a delicate veil of mist, slowly unfurling across the horizon. When the first ray of sunlight, like a golden arrow, pierced the hazy fog and fell softly upon the soaring, dazzling dome of the Mittal Auction House, the entire Holy City was instantly set ablaze with grand celebration, as though a sleeping giant had been roused and filled with vibrant life!
The streets had already been carefully covered with thick scarlet carpets. Intricate golden patterns embroidered across them resembled winding golden dragons, stretching from the solemn gates of the auction house all the way to Imperial Plaza at the heart of the Holy City, as if guiding people toward a dreamlike feast. On either side of the carpets, every few yards stood an elite guard dressed in the golden uniform of the Mittel Family. Their backs were straight as pines, their auras deep as an abyss, and their eyes fixed forward. They stood like imposing statues, guarding the peace of this grand occasion.
Countless colorful petals imbued with pure energy drifted down from the sky like flowers scattered by celestial maidens. They gave off an intoxicating fragrance, like perfume gifted by nature, and sunlight gleamed through them in dreamlike hues. They were like brilliant fragments of a rainbow, transforming the entire street into a scene from a fantasy.
The residents of the Holy City, hearts brimming with anticipation, had poured into the streets early, packing every window and balcony. Their faces shone with amazement, envy, and an indescribable excitement, as if they, too, were the stars of the celebration. They had never witnessed such luxury. This was no mere wedding—it was more like a ceremony announcing the coronation of a new king, a spectacle that shook the soul!
"Look! It's Elder Hai!