Murong Xuan's Wedding, Battling Jian Feng in the Void

At the void, the white-robed man stared at Chu Kuangren and said in a composed manner.

Chu Kuangren, on the other hand, stared into his eyes and placed that sword mold at one side. "We appreciate the Sword Tribe's gift. I thank you on behalf of Murong Xuan. Since you're here, why don't you take a seat?"

"Since you don't mind, I shall do that."

The white-robed middle-aged man said.

His figure flashed, and he sat down on one of the seats.

The cultivators around him automatically shifted aside for him. From the looks of it, it seemed like this man might be an Emperor too!

The crowd knew they did not qualify to share a seat with an Emperor.

Hence, Jian Feng got a table all to himself.

Chu Kuangren could not care less about him too.

After all, the wedding ceremony was about to begin.

"Now, let's welcome the bride and the groom!"

Elder Ruyan announced out loud.