In the Pear Garden.
The hosts and guests were toasting merrily, everyone in high spirits.
Although all the guests were made from paper, the wedding had not yet started, yet their expressions were exceedingly lively.
They toasted the disciples of the Bloody Rain Cult one cup after another.
The Disciples instinctively felt that something was amiss and wanted to refuse, but after a gust of chilly wind, they were rendered speechless, unable to do anything but rub shoulders with the paper guests and drink together.
Meanwhile, Fang Yang, along with Guan Qinghan, Ye Qinghong, and others, looked on at the Pear Garden with amusement.
Watching the pear blossoms fall and taking in the beautifully elegant decor.
It truly felt like they had come to attend a wedding.
Certainly, during this time, some paper guests also came over to invite them to drink together.
However, before they could reach Fang Yang, he caught two of them by hand, and with a simple squeeze—
Whoosh!
