After leaving Zhou Dechen's residence, Mu Bai discussed preparations for the wedding ceremony with Zeng Yuan along the way. Zeng Yuan smiled shyly and chuckled. "Mu Lan has already prepared everything."
Mu Lan was an excellent organizer. Mu Bai had long known that, and he could also see her anticipation and longing for this wedding. After suffering some of fate's hardships, she had finally reaped happiness. Mu Bai felt happy and delighted for her from the bottom of his heart and wished the couple well.
Speaking of the wedding suddenly reminded Mu Bai of how, on the Sword Sect's Third Peak in the Northern Plains, Chen Qi had stepped down from the carriage, trailing a long white veil across the ground. With pearly teeth, crimson lips, and sparkling eyes, she had placed her hand in his.
Several years had passed since then. He wondered whether the Chen Household was faring well in the Sword Sect, and whether that woman was safe.
The thought weighed on Mu Bai's heart. When they reached the foot of Mu Lan Pavilion, several hundred people had already gathered there, standing in orderly ranks with Soul Soldiers in hand.
"What's this?"
"Oh, Brother Xiao Bai, you're finally back! You had us so worried we were about to fight our way over there!"
"Yeah, yeah! Tear his whole lair apart!"
Xi Bazì and Sweet Potato Boy immediately hurried over, frantic with urgency.
"Ah, sorry, sorry! Sorry for the wait. See? Zeng Yuan and I are both safe and sound."
Seeing the two return unharmed, Mu Lan's expression relaxed. She stepped forward and took Zeng Yuan's hand.
"Have all those old grudges been settled?"
"Yes. Don't worry, Lanlan. Everything's settled. Our wedding will go ahead as planned."
Zeng Yuan lifted Mu Lan's hand, lowered his head, and kissed