And for funerals and weddings like this to be held at the same time right before one's eyes was indeed a little too rare.
Moreover, they were separated by only a single mountain, so naturally they knew of each other.
Taken as a whole, it carried an indescribable strangeness.
"Which side are we going to?"
Zhang Ling'er turned to look at Ye Lin.
"The left."
Ye Lin answered without hesitation.
The atmosphere on the right was somber. If they went in without saying anything, they might have to cry first.
The atmosphere on the left, on the other hand, was cheerful, making it easier to gather information.
"Let's go down and take a look."
The group arrived on the ground. Seeing the decorations and lanterns everywhere, Ye Lin slowly walked in.
"Fellow Daoists, are you here to attend Young Master Zhao's wedding?"
Faced with Ye Lin's group of unfamiliar faces, a cultivator immediately came over and asked with a smile.
"We were merely passing by. Seeing that there was a joyous occasion here, we came specially to offer our congratulations."
Ye Lin smiled and nodded.
"Hahaha, please come in."
The man laughed heartily, then immediately ushered Ye Lin's group inside.
"Fellow Daoists, today is my young master's wedding. Anyone who comes is a friend. Eat and drink whatever you like; my young master is paying."
"I have matters to attend to, so make yourselves at home."
With that, the man slowly left.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, looked around.
Everything appeared perfectly normal. There was not the slightest sign of anything amiss.
"Have you noticed anything strange?"
Ye Lin turned to Zhang Ling'er beside him.
Zhang Ling'er silently shook her head.
"No. Everything seems quite normal."
A glint flashed through Zhang Ling'er's eyes as she spoke.
There was absolutely nothing that looked