Divine Wind City was a hub of bustling activity. The streets teemed with carriages and pedestrians, and the roads were lined with shops of every kind. The air echoed with the ceaseless cries of merchants and the murmur of negotiations. Today, however, everyone from the street vendors to the common laborers was talking about a single joyous event: the grand wedding of Zhao Xingpu, the heir to the Zhao Family, one of the three great families!
If it were just an ordinary family scion getting married, it wouldn't have caused such a stir. The key was that this Zhao Xingpu was far too famous. A thirty-two-year-old at the Qi Sect, possessing a Royal Family's Top-Grade Bloodline, he had once distinguished himself in a tournament for young talents, his fame nearly rivaling that of the Empire's number one genius, Mo Yanqing!
