The fifteenth day of the eighth month, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Whoosh~
Bang, bang-
A bright moon hung high overhead. Dazzling fireworks rose from both banks of the Huai River, countless pleasure boats traveled back and forth across the water, and Danyang City beyond the mountain had become a glittering sea of lights.
Inside her room, Linghu Qingmo had changed out of his snow-white dress into a vermilion immortal robe with broad sleeves, in accordance with the Cinnabar Cauldron Sect's rites. Embroidered with luan birds and cloud patterns, it complemented his pearl crown and the pink huadian between his brows. He looked altogether like a Heavenly Palace Jade Maiden, exuding an otherworldly air.
A Dual Cultivation Ceremony differed from a worldly wedding. It was a ceremony in which Dao companions entered into concordance, sharing fortune and shouldering karma together, and its ceremonial attire differed somewhat from a mortal wedding garment.
But to female cultivators of the Daoist Sect, this was a wedding garment. Linghu Qingmo was visibly a little dazed. Looking through the window toward the Huai River and Danyang City below the mountain, he recalled their first encounter on Dongcang Street, getting to know each other in Clear Spring Lane, the accident at Three Harmony Tower, the dangers at Huai River Bay...
Scene after scene seemed to have happened only yesterday. He had thought he was long accustomed to being with that lecher; it was not as though they had done nothing naughty together these past few months.
Yet only when he actually reached the point of becoming Dao companions did he realize how nervous he still was. Of course, having gone several days without seeing him, his heart held no shortage of anticipation and longing either...
After sitting upright like this for a while, Linghu Qingmo could not resist