Raindrops of autumn rain fell from the eaves, hitting the ground and the lake.
Xia Ji could hear the disciples practicing martial arts in the training hall.
He collected his thoughts and his gaze fell on a red invitation card on the table in the study.
He placed his hand gently on the invitation card and closed his eyes. The bride was also considered his disciple, but she had entered the mortal world and found the life she wanted.
The wedding was tomorrow night.
He was invited.
Logically and emotionally, he should go.
Thus, he stood up and took out two pieces of top-notch spiritual jade as a congratulatory gift.
The gift was not bad. To ordinary people, it was a priceless treasure, but to him, it was nothing.
The wedding was held on Cold Moon Peak.
The bride was the adopted sister of the current Princess Consort Qing, An Xun.
The groom was Xiao Yi, the youngest son of the White Cloud Monastery's abbot.
