A month later, Spirit City was festooned with red lanterns and ribbons, creating a jubilant atmosphere.
The road leading to Pope Palace was covered in red carpet. Red lanterns and ribbons hung in the air every few meters.
As gentle breezes swept through, the ribbons fluttered overhead, as though swearing an oath to the heavens in celebration.
Even the maidservants of Pope Palace and Worship Hall had changed into red dresses. They walked across the red carpet with smiles on their faces, carrying all manner of pastries, fruits, and delicacies as they made preparations.
Rows of tables and chairs had also been set up in the Hall of Elders and Worship Hall. One elder after another emerged from seclusion; they had to give the Pope this much face.
However, they were the backbone of Spirit Hall. Aside from a select few, none of the others would appear before the second-in-command of any top-tier faction. Otherwise, forget the Upper Three Sects standing united—even the entire continent would likely join forces to be on guard against Spirit Hall. That was not something Qian Xunji wanted to see.
As the sky gradually darkened, the massive palace that would normally have dimmed was now glowing red everywhere. Red candles had been lit inside the lanterns of Pope Palace.
In one of Pope Palace's plazas, guests from the various great clans attending Qian Xunji's wedding filled both sides of the red carpet. Qian Daoliu sat in the seat of honor at the very top, his expression somewhat unpleasant, wearing a forced smile. He still harbored some reservations about Ah Yin's identity.
Under the majesty of Qian Daoliu, one of the Soul Master Two Peaks and one of the continent's strongest Soul Masters, the guests naturally attended the wedding obediently. Old friends chatted when they met,