Chapter 717: Chapter 567: He Said, I’m Very Good-Looking...

The next day, Xiao Mo went to Daoist Yun Xi’s courtyard and told her that he accepted her previous proposal.

When Xiao Mo agreed, Daoist Yun Xi quickly announced the news that he and Gui Junmeng were to be married.

The news quickly spread throughout the entire Seeking Immortal Temple.

Upon hearing the news, many of the disciples of the Seeking Immortal Temple, both male and female, couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

After all, quite a few female disciples had been secretly admiring Xiao Mo, and even more male disciples were smitten with Gui Junmeng.

However...

Sad as the disciples of the Seeking Immortal Temple might be, they still wholeheartedly approved of the marriage between Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng.

It was simply because Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng, when seen together, were the very picture of a talented man and a beautiful woman—a match made in heaven.

It was as if they were born to be a perfect couple; anyone else paired with either of them would have seemed wrong.

Three days later, Daoist Yun Xi consulted Xiao Mo’s and Gui Junmeng’s birth charts and calculated an auspicious date for their union—the grand wedding ceremony was set for March of the following year.

One after another, wedding invitations were sent off to the Human Alliance.

Gui Junmeng was Daoist Yun Xi’s only Direct Disciple.

Furthermore, both Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng were rare geniuses of the Human Race. They had already reached the Upper Three Realms as Cultivators at a young age and were destined to become pillars of their people.

Thus, their marriage naturally drew the attention of countless people.

If all went as expected, the most prominent figures of the Human Alliance would be in attendance.

The ceremony was bound to be a grand affair.

This kept everyone at the Seeking Immortal Temple incredibly busy.

The entire Seeking Immortal Temple buzzed with activity like a tightly wound clock, meticulously arranging every detail of the wedding and making thorough preparations to welcome guests from all corners.

Since Liu Shui was meticulous and thorough, and also well-acquainted with both Gui Junmeng and Xiao Mo, she was the logical choice to be the lead organizer for the wedding preparations.

From procurement to decorations, everything proceeded in an orderly fashion under Liu Shui’s direction.

Bright red silk ribbons were hung high between the pillars and eaves of the Seeking Immortal Temple, fluttering gently in the wind.

Large, red "double happiness" characters were pasted neatly upon the window lattices.

Red lanterns adorned every corner of the temple, each one placed just so.

The grim and tense atmosphere that had shrouded the temple after years of continuous war seemed to quietly dissipate, washed away by the prospect of the coming wedding.

One early morning, Gui Junmeng strolled alone through the Seeking Immortal Temple, her hands folded before her.

Lately, whenever she had a spare moment, she enjoyed taking a quiet walk like this through the temple, watching as every view was slowly, bit by bit, transformed with red.

As she gazed upon the increasingly festive decorations, the young woman blinked, her eyes shimmering with pure, gentle warmth and anticipation.

For Gui Junmeng, growing up, there had been very, very few things she had ever wanted.

From the moment she opened her eyes to the moment she closed them, her mind was filled with nothing but cultivation.

She had learned of her family’s circumstances when she was very young. She knew she had a younger sister, and she knew her mother had "abandoned" her.

But Gui Junmeng never blamed her mother for it.

Because she understood that her mother’s life hadn’t been easy.

It was just...

No matter how mature a little girl was, she was, in the end, still just a little girl.

When she was young, whenever she saw children her age walk past her in the temple, holding their mothers’ hands, she would instinctively stop in her tracks and watch them quietly for a while.

She would look down at her own small, fair palm.

And she would quietly wonder, ’What would it feel like if Mother held my hand?’

As a child, she would often sit alone in the courtyard at night, head tilted back, gazing up at the countless stars, lost in thought.

She would wonder about the sister she had never met, so far away at the edge of the world. ’Is she doing alright?’

But every time, Gui Junmeng would quickly push those thoughts away and stop thinking about them.

She knew that if she dwelled on them too long, a heavy feeling would settle in her chest, making it difficult to sleep...

Later, Gui Junmeng learned from her master that she had a fiancé and that she would marry him one day.

"Master, what’s a betrothal? And what’s a fiancé?"

The little girl looked up, her bright, clear eyes gazing curiously at her master. To her, the words "betrothal" and "fiancé" were completely foreign.

Daoist Yun Xi knelt down, gently stroking her disciple’s hair as she explained softly, "A fiancé, my dear Jun Meng, is the man you will marry in the future. He will become your husband and stay by your side always, until your hair is white, until the end of time."

"Oh..."

Little Jun Meng blinked, her expression one of dawning, incomplete understanding.

She still didn’t quite grasp her master’s meaning.

But from that moment on, for the very first time, the little girl who had only ever known a life of constant cultivation felt a flicker of anticipation in her heart.

She began to secretly imagine, ’What is my fiancé really like?’

"Junior Sister Jun Meng..."

Just as Gui Junmeng was drifting into her memories, a woman’s clear voice suddenly called out from behind her.

"Senior Sister Han." Gui Junmeng came back to herself, turning to offer her senior sister a respectful bow.

"There you are, Jun Meng! I’ve been looking all over for you..." Senior Sister Han raised a hand to wipe the sweat from her brow.

"Is there something urgent, Senior Sister?" Gui Junmeng tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of curiosity.

"What do you think it is?" Senior Sister Han gave a wry smile. "Your wedding gown is ready. Come with me and try it on. If it doesn’t fit perfectly, we can make adjustments."

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