On the night of the Jing Clan wedding, Li Yuan and Cui Huayin traveled by carriage through the third gate. Lifting the curtain, Li Yuan caught a glimpse of a festive scene. There were red double-happiness symbols and papercut decorations everywhere, rows of red lanterns hanging overhead.0

The warm glow lit up a faint layer of mist rolling in, and in the background stood the exotic flora unique to the city stronghold. The air was thick with scents that stirred the blood—perfume and flower fragrances, the aroma of cooking meat, and even the metallic tang of fresh blood from the meat fields. 0

Sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, Li Yuan could feel the pulse of the lively festivities.0

Clad in loose white robes, Li Yuan’s tall, muscular frame seemed ordinary at a glance. However, that was because his physique was lean and dense rather than bulky. 0

Beside him, Cui Huayin commented, “So much joy and celebration inside the city while fighting rages on outside. This must mean something.”0

“Yes,” Li Yuan replied quietly. “The Holy Tree...0