It was an auspicious day, suitable for weddings, funerals, and journeys.
Today was the wedding day of Misty Cloud Sect Master Yun Yun.
On the mountain where the Misty Cloud Sect stood, festive scarlet decorations lined both sides of the winding stairway from the foot of the mountain upward.
Even the Misty Cloud Sect disciples, normally dressed in splendid white robes, had broken with tradition and adorned their clothes with red sashes edged in gold. Their hair was tied with ribbons of the same material, adding a festive touch.
Beyond the stairway, the mountaintop plaza was a boiling sea of voices.
In the plaza, the Misty Cloud Sect disciples had already arranged seating for several thousand people. More distinguished guests, such as the Jia Ma Imperial Family, the Alchemist Guild, and the Mittel Family, had special seats reserved for them above.
Those admitted to the Misty Cloud Sect for this wedding were either mighty powers like the Jia Ma Imperial Family and the Alchemist Guild, or mercenary groups and families connected to the sect.
Each could have ranked among the foremost powers in a city within the Jia Ma Empire, yet now, because of the Misty Cloud Sect, they had all gathered here.
On the raised platform, Jia Xingtian frowned at the vast plaza crowded with figures, then said to Fa Ma beside him, "Even for the Misty Cloud Sect Master's wedding, is there any need for such a grand affair? They've practically summoned every one of the sect's outside forces back to attend."
Jia Xingtian could hardly help overthinking it. The Misty Cloud Sect had recalled all its disciples stationed elsewhere and asked the families already conspiring beneath its wings to send representatives. They might well be planning something.
After all, the Misty Cloud Sect was not far from