It was like his father and mother, they didn't agree with their marriage at first, but under the persuasion of his unremitting efforts, his mother changed her mind. Wasn't he also willing to accept the same thing now?
Looking at Ye Qing Lan who was getting closer and closer, Murong Jing's eyes were clear as he walked forward with firm steps, and held her hand.
On the backlit roof of the Yanping Palace, Yuan Bo Zhou came quietly and whispered to He Lian Cheng, who was dormant here, "Eleventh Senior Brother, it's really time for us to go, the bride's sedan chair is coming soon."
He Lian Cheng's eyes hidden behind the silver mask shrank slightly. "Everyone, wait for 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.
