As the saying went, many hands made light work. Sui Xiong had only exchanged a few words with Garstoby and Snowflake, and in that brief delay, the attendants had already finished making Leon up again. Not a hair was out of place, his clothes were immaculate, and he was once more every inch the dashing young gentleman.
Yet unlike the handsome elegance of Veye's incarnation, Leon's looks were valiant and upright, brimming with masculine vigor. He had none of that pretty-boy air; instead, he somewhat resembled the young Chow Yun-fat from old films.
"Put him in a wool overcoat, give him a fedora, and hand him an umbrella, and wouldn't he be Xu Wenqiang himself stepping out of The Bund?" Sui Xiong watched Leon go to receive his bride, then watched the couple complete the various rites under the guidance of an elder from a branch of the Riley Family. He could not help chuckling to himself. "It's just that Kalisha is much prettier than that ageless old lady, and she truly does not age. Oh, Leon is more or less ageless too. They'll have no problem bathing forever in the river of love, but growing old together may be a little difficult..."
Just as the bride and groom were preparing for the most important part of the wedding—their vows—a beam of holy light descended from the sky, carrying down the incarnation of the Goddess of Family. Immediately afterward, flames surged skyward, and the incarnation of the Goddess of Love stepped out from the fire.
It was common knowledge that these two goddesses did not get along. Yet they had appeared at the same time, without the slightest intention of fighting, leaving every worldly and well-informed person present dumbfounded.
Sui Xiong's months spent blocking the gates of the Flame of