In the prosperous small town, countless people on the streets or disciples of the Kasyapa Pagoda were all talking about such a grand event today.
Their consciousness is not high enough to know the benefits of the breakup of the three previous sects and the marriage between Kasyapa and Ice Saint Palace.
However, they knew that their young master, the young lady, had a good background. With this marriage accomplished, their Kasyapa would become even more powerful in the future.
As for those who are protected by Kashyapa, they can naturally hold their heads high and chest high.
Therefore, no one is unhappy and no one is unhappy.
But in the small town attached to the Nagasyapa Pagoda, red lanterns were hung high, every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, the floor was paved with red silk, and gongs and drums were noisy.
It was almost more lively than when they married their own wives.
As the sun sets in the west and the lights shine brightly, the small town and Kashyapa Pagoda become even more joyful and lively.
The groups of colorful lions and troupes passed by enchantingly, creating a colorful chapter.
And in this unprecedented excitement, under the starry sky.
At the city gate, a silver-red carriage slowly drove in.
The carriage looks very ordinary, with no dragon-carving style, no beads and jade curtains, and no jade base.
However, if a discerning person can understand the material of the carriage, the door curtain is decorated with tiny purple crystals.
You should know that this small piece of amethyst stone decoration is more valuable than the carriage of the king of any other small country.
Not to mention the real value and nobility of this seemingly ordinary carriage.
The silver wildebeest advanced slowly, and the carriage came creaking.
The four people beside them were riding ordinary-looking wildebeests, with cold and solemn expressions on their faces.
Black and red tights wrapped their strong bodies, without any arrogant decoration or murderous provocation.
However, the murderous spirit that emerged from their bones engraved four words on them: keep away from strangers.
Behind these four people, sixteen similarly dressed men followed on horseback.
The same black and red, the same murderous aura, the same coldness as ice.
That was an absolute killing blow coming from the Shura field,