The atmosphere at the wedding feast was extremely lively. The highest realm among them was merely Foundation Establishment, with differences only in minor levels, and of course, they couldn't see the oddities within.
Yet, the groom had already faintly felt something was amiss. Everything had happened so suddenly, and with the atmosphere of the surroundings, even the three Golden Core Great Demons felt a bit caught up in the rhythm. Everything seemed normal, but together it was very abnormal.
Before he could fully process it, the Mosquito Daoist behind the incense table didn't give him time to react, drawing out the Peach Wood Sword, pointing directly at him,
"By the moon, leave the elixir furnace, with feather robes beside the altar. Strange fragrance unnoticed by people, cranes part ways at night's end. Morning meeting full and flourishing, old companions of Pengying are few. Heavenly Heart's true traces remain, do demons dare to act arrogantly?
