Grandpa Old Jack sat in his chair, watching the five newlyweds bow before him. Seeing Yang Ming grown into a handsome young man filled his heart with endless emotion. He had never imagined that so many years would pass in the blink of an eye. The little monkey who had once needed his constant attention was now a man who could stand tall beneath the heavens.
Old Jack stroked his long beard, deeply gratified, his eyes and brows brimming with smiles. He hurriedly helped the five of them up from their half-kneeling positions and said,
"Up you get."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
The five spoke together, almost perfectly in unison, with remarkable harmony.
According to the wedding proceedings, Yang Ming would next host a feast for the guests. Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, it would be time for the candlelit bridal chamber.
But before the dishes could be served, a voice suddenly rang out beyond the door, drawing closer from afar.
"Yang Ming, how could you leave us from Spirit Hall out of your feast?"
The woman's voice rang like a phoenix's cry, carrying an innate majesty.
Upon hearing that voice, the many guests present could not help but pale, before their expressions turned strange.
"Hmm?"
Yang Ming snorted softly, a flicker of surprise and suspicion crossing his eyes as he saw an exquisite beauty slowly approach from outside.
It was a woman, a woman of incomparable beauty.
She was not tall. She wore a luxurious black robe trimmed with gold patterns and a brilliant golden gown that reached from head to toe. The Nine-Bend Purple-Gold Crown rested on her head, and she held a scepter roughly two meters long, inlaid with countless gems.
The brilliant golden gown fitted her perfectly. Her splendid formal attire shimmered with the