Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren rose together, then turned and bowed toward the heavens and earth outside the ancestral hall—this time, without knocking their heads.
Hearing this, Chen Mo felt a bit strange inside.
In Great Wei, when newlyweds perform the wedding rites, the first they worship is heaven and earth.
But in Poison King Valley, the ancestors rank above heaven and earth.
"Husband and wife, bow to each other." Chen Cultivator looked at the two newlyweds, a flush rising on his face. This was his first time presiding over a wedding for the Emperor.
It was something worth bragging about.
Once the couple finished bowing to each other, the wedding ceremony was nearing its end.
"The rites are complete. Newlyweds, retire to the bridal chamber."
"Waa, waa..."
As Chen Cultivator said this, the Valley disciples watching around the ancestral hall immediately burst into loud, teasing laughter, the smiles on their faces tinged with a hint of "dirty-mindedness."
