"Esteemed guests, dear friends and family, and all my fellow cultivators who have supported me through the years, thank you for coming to celebrate my wedding."0

High above the clouds of Mount Shu, over a hundred thousand people looked up at Chu Liang as he hovered in the sky. His voice rang out clearly, echoing all the way to the ninth heaven. Yet, the expressions on the faces below were difficult to describe.0

Even after ascending to the ninth realm, he hadn’t changed much. He still wore that same gentle smile that made him seem harmless, and his baby face remained just as youthful.0

On an ordinary day, his face alone would have caused a stir. Cries of "Hallowed Chu" would have swept through the crowd like tidal waves.0

But today was different. Many of the guests had been deceived in one way or another. Their reverence for the Hallowed One now mingled with frustration toward an unscrupulous schemer, creating a strange and conflicting feeling deep in their hearts.0

They couldn’t help but wonder if the next time they shouted "Hallowed Chu," the tone might sound very different.0

"I know many of you may have paid a hefty price for your invitation,"...0