Two minutes ago.
Huaze Tuo had finished worshipping the gods between the wedding veils on the other side and then approached the Charming Spirit Queen to kowtow.
Irena was still sitting on the railing, her black silk little leather shoes gently swaying in the air, tossing a translucent glass bead up and down in her hand.
Inside the glass bead, a small peach blossom quietly floated, surrounded by mysterious golden threads.
Her delicate little face showed no expression, exuding a cold apathy, but now her eyes were quite interested in observing the gothic tower across from her.
Between the wedding veils on the seventh floor, covered in sacred white gauze,
her sister, dressed in an elegant and pure wedding gown, was reclining in a man's arms, her face flushed pink, her heart-shaped pupils rolled upwards, her tongue lolling out, completely devoid of her usual arrogant demeanor.
Irena's beautiful eyes slightly curved, her voice faint, "This is getting interesting."
