"Soon. Once tonight is over, you'll be mine!"
Yun Muhai's eyes burned with fiery passion.
At that moment, a burly middle-aged man walked over with a smile on his face.
"This must be Cloudmist Sword Manor's chief senior disciple!"
"That's right, this is my disappointing disciple."
Beside him, a middle-aged man carrying a pearwood sword case on his back spoke gently.
Yet beneath his words, there was no small amount of pride.
Or rather, a smug expression.
After all, though Yun Muhai could not be considered one of the absolute strongest, among the younger generation of the entire Azure Edge Continent, he was still among the very best. At the very least, he held a place within the top three.
Moreover, this middle-aged man was the master of Cloudmist Sword Manor, possessing cultivation at the peak of the eighth stage, with faint signs that he was about to break through his shackles.
And now, Cloudmist Sword Manor was flourishing with each passing day, causing its status to rise continuously.
One only had to look at the caliber of guests attending Yun Muhai's wedding today to see it. Those who had not reached the eighth stage of Immortality were not even qualified to enter.
Seventh-stage Immortal Venerables were certainly formidable, but in the eyes of a colossal force like Cloudmist Sword Manor, they were clearly still somewhat beneath notice.
One had to know that Cloudmist Sword Manor alone had more than ten experts at the seventh stage of Immortality.
Not to mention that Cloudmist Sword Manor was a sword cultivator sect. Quite a few of its sixth-stage Immortal experts vaguely possessed combat strength comparable to seventh-stage Immortal Venerables.
Yun Muhai was one of them.
Thus, the top forces of the Azure Edge Continent understood this quite well.
Naturally, they had also