The mountain peak where the Ten Thousand Swords Villa was located looked out in all directions. It was a beautiful scene in the world. The villa had a large open space, and there were many houses. The mountain stream flowed like a silver belt, forming a quiet mountain manor.
This tranquility was now replaced by the hustle and bustle of the wedding.
In the manor, red silk cloth was spread out, and celebratory "Xi" posters were everywhere.
Although there weren't many guests, each of them seemed to be hiding their dignity and imposing manner. It was obvious that they weren't ordinary people in the martial arts world.
Wind-on-Snow followed closely behind Xia Ji and stood in front of the manor's main entrance.
Facing such a lively occasion, he could not help but feel a little nervous. He was afraid that there would be too many people, which made him at a loss. He could only stand at the side like a wooden block, not knowing what to do or say.
