"Saintess, Saintess, the wedding procession is here!"
Outside, the female disciples saw Chen Mo arrive and excitedly gestured towards the room.
"I heard it."
Nalan Yiren, wearing a silver crown and the Gluttonous Gu Mask, tried to stay calm. She was fine just moments ago, but now suddenly felt nervous.
"Don't worry, stay calm." Han Anniang noticed Nalan Yiren's nervousness and held her hands, which she didn't know where to put, to encourage her.
Having gone through this herself, Han Anniang could empathize with how Nalan Yiren was feeling.
Nalan Yiren took a deep breath, silently telling herself, "Don't worry, stay calm, don't let those disciples and elders see a joke."
Seeing her calm down, Han Anniang smiled lightly and said, "Alright, I'll go out and greet them first."
"Okay."
"Do you want me to call the disciples in to block the door and ask for a token?" Just as Han Anniang was about to step forward, she thought of something and turned back to Nalan Yiren.
