The next morning, a lively procession filled the streets with music.
It was exceptionally festive.
Upon inquiring, I learned that someone was getting married.
Unlike the newly developed border markets like Green River District, where mostly Loose Cultivators dwell, Luoluo City had been stable for a hundred years aside from some severe disturbances in the past one or two years. Its customs were similar to those of ordinary people nearby, and getting married and having children were common.
Chen Li and Zhou Hong stood at the doorway watching the bustling scene, with Zhou Hong showing a look of envy.
"The bride is coming!"
"The bride is coming!"
A small flying boat, about three to four meters long and festooned with red silk, approached slowly from a distance. As the flying boat stabilized, the groom, with his face freshly rouged, stepped down first, smiling and gesturing to the crowd. Then he carefully helped the bride, veiled with a red cover, to descend.
