Approaching noon, as the auspicious time drew near, everyone had already taken their seats.
A protective array cultivator hurriedly ran in and found Shen Wenxing and his son, who were chatting with the senior members of the Luoxia Mountain.
"Patriarch, Elder Patriarch, a few demon cultivators have arrived outside the array, saying they want to drink a cup of wedding wine."
Demon cultivators?
Upon hearing this, Shen Wenxing, his son, and the senior members of Luoxia Mountain frowned.
"Ah Die, you stay here with the seniors, I'll go take a look."
After a slight pause, Shen Chongming cupped his hands and followed the protective array cultivator toward the Ren Water Concealing Spirit Array.
Outside the array, in the void, a small old man in a gray robe with a worn felt hat on his head twirled a long, thin strand of beard at the corner of his lips, curiously observing Yunshui City under the Ren Water Concealing Spirit Array.
