Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows.
A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil.
Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, “Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that.”
Understood.
His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, “Wait a second…”
Huh, something’s amiss.
The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me?
Oh, then that’s alright.
This is very fitting.
Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, “Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?”
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In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought…
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[Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst]
