It was the day of the wedding and the sound of the drums filled the air while everyone bustled with excitement.
Numerous cultivators from various organizations have gathered to send their best wishes hence Wind Valley was now filled with people.
At this moment outside the Wind City's gate, a woman in white slowly descended from the sky like a celestial being from a portrait. Her peerlessly beautiful face was surrounded by a cold aura while her cold eyes stared into the sky. The woman's voice was as cold as ice as she said, "Wind Valley, Feng Xiaoxiao..."
She then slowly curled the corners of her lips while an endless chill emanated from her eyes. However, when she thought of the man that she had yearned for day and night, her anger soon turned into excitement.
