At dawn, the horizon was tinged with a layer of fish-belly white.
After last night's unrestrained commotion, Wuya Town became quiet following a brief bustle in the early morning.
The streets, once brightly decorated and swarming with people, were now desolate.
The wedding alliance between the Qin Family and the Six Gates was almost the grandest event in this region over the past decade.
Although the wedding ceremony officially started at noon, people had begun trickling from inns toward Wuya Peak at dawn.
It was now eleven in the morning, just one hour left until the ceremony commenced.
The scions of ancient martial families who came to Wuya Town for the wedding ceremony had mostly gone up the mountain by this time.
Yet Ye Huan, drenched in sweat and his face contorted with pain, still maintained the second stance of Heaven Opening, a posture that brought endless soreness to his bones and muscles and felt like burning with fire!
