Mortal Calendar, August 8th.
Start of Autumn.
Great luck.
...
"Junior Brother, we're not late, are we?"
In the early morning, under the northern sky, above the continuous rosy clouds, Qing Chen, the current eldest brother of the Wuzhuang Temple clad in an elegant white robe, along with dozens of brothers in robes of various colors, smilingly said towards Lu Wufei who came to greet them.
"How can that be..."
Lu Wufei quickly stepped forward and chuckled, "You came at just the right time..."
"Senior Brother..."
At this moment, the shorter Ming Yue popped out from behind Qing Chen and, eyeballing Lu Wufei who was dressed in a grand red robe, cheerfully said, "You look very spirited in what you're wearing today!"
"Haha..."
Off to the side, another tall figure clad in a white robe immediately chuckled, "Little Junior Brother, no need to be envious, when it's your turn to get married, you'll also get to wear something like this..."
