August 28th.
It was an auspicious day marked in the almanac. The heavens paraded the perfection of the day with clear skies and nary a cloud in sight.
Sikou Yao rose before dawn, around 5 o'clock. She took a fragrant bath in her space, then changed into the most beautiful wedding dress, methodically formed from the empyreal fabric of her Purple Light Robe.
The wedding dress she fashioned had a V-neckline, embellished with pearls and crushed diamonds. Under the sunlight or lit by the bulb, it shone like a galaxy of stars, incredibly beautiful and dazzling.
Once she had crafted her ethereal wedding dress and put on crystal-clear, eye-catching shoes, she leisurely made her way out of the grand hall.
The makeup artist deftly styled her hair, cleansed her face, applied makeup, and then placed bridal headpieces that perfectly complemented her dress. It was all a streamlined process.
Sikou Yao's bridesmaid group was selected from her disciples at the Sikou Hall.
