There could be nothing more conceptually different than slaughters and weddings, yet nothing else could make the citizens of Jade City more excited than these two polar extremes. Now that a wedding was taking place after all that carnage in the city, they could not stop talking.
No matter how depressing Fifth Young Master Meng was looking as he sat on the back of his horse, even he could not spoil the grand atmosphere of the wedding made possible by the presence of a huge amount of riches accompanying the procession. They were stored in boxes made of ironwood, and even the most honest onlooker could not help but be envious.
"I guess only the Dragon King would have the guts to rob the procession," a young man said while squinting. An old man beside him immediately covered the young man's mouth with his hands.
