It was man-made. It was like the father and mother didn't agree with the marriage at first, but under the persuasion of his unremitting efforts, wasn't he also willing to accept it now?
Looking at Ye Qinglan who was getting closer and closer, Murong Jing's eyes were clear, she walked forward with firm steps, and held her hand.
On the backlit roof of the Yanping Palace, Yuanbozhou came quietly and whispered to He Liancheng, who was dormant here, "Eleventh Senior Brother, it's really time for us to come, the bride's sedan chair is coming soon."
He Liancheng's eyes hidden behind the silver mask shrank slightly, "Everyone will listen to my orders later and pay attention to safety."
With the movement of his raised hand, several Tianshan Sect disciples dispersed silently. Soon, the roof was empty.
The roaring drum music was getting closer and closer, and the Yanping Palace was already far away.
