Just as Lü Zhong was lost in thought, the Ghost Bride stepped onto the ceremonial platform.
At that moment, something monstrous occurred!
First, her wedding dress began to tear. Then, the hem of the skirt turned viscous, like blood, and started dripping onto the floor. The floorboards were slowly stained red as a ferocious aura instantly emerged.
At the same time, the temperature in the courtyard plummeted.
Before long, a layer of white frost had formed on the flagstones.
Witnessing this horrifying transformation, the Sword Cultivator's expression grew complex. A hint of pity warred with his resolve, but his gaze soon hardened. Even if it cost him his life, he had to eliminate this menace with his own hands.
But just as he steeled his resolve, he happened to glance aside and was stunned to see Lü Zhong watching the scene with the expression of a spectator at a play.
'Is this junior truly not afraid of death, or... does he have a protective Magical Treasure from an elder?'
