In the void, the middle-aged man in white looked at Chu Kuangren and spoke indifferently.
Chu Kuangren glanced at him, set the sword blank aside, and said calmly, "On Murong Xuan's behalf, I thank the Sword Clan for its wedding gift. Since you're here, please take a seat."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
The middle-aged man in white spoke calmly.
His figure flashed, and he arrived at the banquet.
The surrounding cultivators hurriedly made room for him. Judging by his bearing, this man was very likely an Emperor too!
With an Emperor here in person, how could they be qualified to sit with him?
Thus, Jian Feng occupied an entire table by himself.
Chu Kuangren paid him no further attention.
The wedding ceremony was about to begin.
"Now, let us welcome the bride and groom!"
Elder Ruyan announced loudly.
Auspicious light suddenly surged across the sky, and two figures descended from the clouds. The man was tall and handsome, and the woman had exquisite features. Both wore red, a perfect match of a talented groom and a beautiful bride.
The two landed on the red carpet and walked toward Longevity Hall.
Wherever they went, auspicious light flowed beneath their feet, and clouds swirled.
The surrounding cultivators hurriedly rose to congratulate them.
"Congratulations, congratulations."
"Congratulations on your marriage, Great Emperor. May you both enjoy a happy life."
Holding a red silk ribbon between them, Murong Xuan and Yang Xiyun walked up to Chu Kuangren and looked at him.
Chu Kuangren cleared his throat twice and said solemnly, "Murong Xuan, are you willing to take Yang Xiyun as your wife, to love her, respect her, protect her, and remain faithful to her all your life, whether in poverty or wealth, in beauty or faded looks, in success or disappointment?"
Murong Xuan