A year later, at the Da Sui Sword Palace.
The mountains were opened, and big red lanterns were hung high.
Within a ten-mile radius, the streets were decorated with lights, the sound of gongs and drums filled the air, and the crowd bustled about joyously.
This was a wedding banquet.
Jiang Qihu, the Imperial City Chief, and Ye Qinglian, the Valley Master of Baihua Valley, joyously tied the knot and held a celebration at Lotus Peak.
"You must find it strange too, right?"
Duan Zhao rested his chin in his hand and said, somewhat puzzled, "How come these two are having their wedding banquet at Lotus Peak?"
"It's actually not that strange."
Shuang Sui stood on tiptoe, hanging a lantern with great seriousness: "I heard it was Master Xie who took the initiative to invite them."
"Hey, how come I didn't know about this..."
Duan Zhao was even more puzzled: "Who did you hear that from?"
"Naturally, from Master."
