Seven days later, dawn finally broke, and the morning sun slowly rose. Today, Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall, was the center of attention throughout Spirit City. After all, Spirit Hall was a force of unquestionable importance on the Douluo Continent.
Inside the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji, dressed in bright red wedding robes, welcomed the guests arriving for his wedding banquet.
Flowers, red lanterns, and bright red double-happiness characters adorned every corner of Spirit City, with tables laden with fresh seasonal fruit all around. The streets rang with voices, gongs, and drums, bustling with celebration.
Qian Xunji's wedding was exceptionally grand. Almost every sect on the Douluo Continent, great or small, had been invited, along with envoys and representatives sent by various nations.
This alone demonstrated Spirit Hall's influence. After all, no ordinary person could have persuaded such important figures to attend.
The arrivals were young people of varying ages, mostly around thirty. Some were outstanding disciples of their respective sects, others were elders of major factions, and still others were princes and princesses from the two great empires and numerous duchies. Each had their own standing and background.
Those of relatively lesser standing were received by branch hall masters or stewards of Spirit Hall, while representatives of the Upper Three Sects and the two great empires were naturally welcomed by Pope Qian Xunji himself. They were worthy of such treatment.
"Your Holiness, congratulations!"
Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, greeted Pope Qian Xunji with a smile. Dressed in luxurious sky-blue robes, he looked refined, gracious, and elegantly handsome.
Behind him stood a vigorous-looking old man with snow-white hair and beard, yet a youthful complexion beneath his crane-white locks. He was Chen Xin, an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and