Of course, for certain reasons, the wedding dispensed with bowing to heaven and earth, their elders, and the other such steps.
After all, Zhao Ling had far too many confidantes. If they went through the bows one by one, the auspicious hour would probably have passed long before they finished.
They watched as Zhao Ling carried his stunningly beautiful confidantes out of their rooms one after another.
The guests enjoying the wedding banquet all widened their eyes.
There was the icy beauty Gu Yuena, the gentle and lovely Ah Yin, the fiery Liu Erlong, the playful and adorable Xiao Wu and Tang Wutong, and so on...
Everyone counted carefully from the sidelines. Holy shit, there were over twenty brides.
And every single one was an unparalleled beauty. Many people would never see even one or two such women in their entire lives.
Yet over twenty such beauties had appeared at Zhao Ling's residence all at once. They could not help marveling at how truly incredible this Demon-Suppressing Douluo was.
Were his kidneys really that strong? Was he not afraid that having too many confidantes would leave him completely done for in the end?
This was absurdity stretching clear across the plains. For people like them, marrying even one of these kingdom-toppling beauties would mean blue smoke was rising from their ancestral graves.
But him? Over twenty at once. Comparing yourself to others really could infuriate you to death.
The guests had originally thought today's dishes were exceptionally delicious.
After all, Zhao Ling had instructed the chefs to prepare the dishes to imperial court standards. But now, the food no longer seemed appetizing.
Meanwhile, the court painters Qian Renxue had summoned to paint portraits of the confidantes all began bustling about.
They needed to capture this scene quickly. Otherwise, if "His