As the wedding day approached, the red clouds of the sky had transformed into countless words of happiness.
Numerous mandarin ducks formed by the red clouds soared in the sky.
Ye Jingcheng opened his courtyard, and the entire Taichang Market was filled with large red festive lanterns.
Even the clothing worn by cultivators was almost entirely festive, with few wearing white robes and only a few wearing black Spirit-Blocking Robes.
Most cultivators, even if wearing Spirit-Blocking Robes, would drape a red satin over them.
Some of the taller buildings were also covered with red words of happiness.
At this moment, Ye Jingcheng couldn't help but feel sentimental; he had thought his wedding was already of a relatively high standard.
Now it seemed, his was still lacking by a long way.
Remember, this was just the market; the truly luxurious places should be at the Taichang Mountain Range, the main vein of the Five Peaks, and the Purple Peak.
