Time quickly advanced to the day of the wedding.
Qing Yan Peak.
One hundred thousand li of dazzling fireworks filled the sky, spirit light sprinkled throughout the circulatory cycle, even staining the clouds above in vibrant hues.
A massive palace-style spirit treasure swelled in the air.
After a short while, this temporary sky hall expanded to cover tens of square kilometers, ready to entertain the guests.
The domed ceiling of the palace was hollow, with tiered structures enclasping each other like layers of stairs.
Status and class hierarchy were unapologetically displayed; one could discern the pecking order at a glance.
In the very center, at the highest tier, sat envoys from various regions, with the smallest number of members.
They sat high above the rest, representing the most senior level and the most esteemed guests at this wedding.
For standing behind them were other members of the Human Race Council, each being on par with the three ancestors of the Yu Clan.
