This Celestial Emperor's wedding can be said to mark the beginning of an era.
But the Emperor didn't attend, disliking such matters, preferring not to engage with the world.
Minis, however, did show up. He certainly wasn't the sort who distanced himself from worldly affairs, living with a clean heart and few desires.
"You black-hearted rascal," the Holy Dragon grumbled, "Even after hundreds of thousands of years of calm meditation, you're still full of wicked ideas, whether you engage in worldly affairs or not, it's all the same."
Minis ignored it, feeling a bit sentimental as he quickly joined in the festivities, observing the merry laughter, the familiar faces all mingling, drinking, and chatting with one another.
Minis simply sat in a corner.
Suddenly, he took out a chaotic soul in his hand, the Tomb of Atabians, habitually pouring out the current stories.
