Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: April 17, Dao Companion Bonding Ceremony Begins!
The day has finally arrived.
After days and nights of longing and careful preparation, it has finally come.
April is also the time when her White Moonlight passed away, yet the anniversary of that person’s death did not affect their Taoist couple pact today.
Bai Chuwei remained calm as ever, just like last year, and had Chef Cao Jinhai prepare a table of delicacies in advance. She brought a Peach Blossom Elixir and headed to Bai Zong’s cenotaph for a commemoration.
“Dear Brother, in a few days, I’m forming a Taoist couple pact with Duan Feihan. You know Duan Feihan, right? The same man who came with me last time. I even thought of making him my little brother back then.”
“Five thousand years ago, you and I relied on each other in that chaotic era of the gods. I’ve been lonely for over five thousand years, and finally, I’m going to have a companion.”
“Next time, when I visit your grave, I’ll bring him with me.”
Drinking her wine, Bai Chuwei spoke in a light tone.
Unlike last year, she neither got drunk nor cried and yelled. She simply drank wine.
She stood alone at the mountaintop’s windy peak, eating and drinking until the warm sunset appeared on the horizon, and only then did she leisurely descend the mountain.
Apart from that, nothing else happened.
Apart from the endless discussions in the Cultivation World about when Bai Chuwei would kneel down and apologize, everything seemed normal.
The sun and moon rotated, finally reaching April seventeenth, the day Bai Chuwei had set for the Taoist couple pact earlier in the year.
Bai Chuwei cooperatively put on some jewelry, checked the time in the sky, and walked outside.
The Taoist couple pact is very different from a wedding, requiring neither many family and friends nor a wedding banquet.
There were less than ten people at the entire scene, with even the elder Duan not present.
Bai Chuwei didn’t invite any ordinary people. At least everyone present was a cultivator.
The ceremony was arranged in the open-air garden of the Sky City’s mansion in the Imperial Capital.
It was indeed a good day chosen by Bai Chuwei; there were no continuous clouds above the night sky, the air was excellent, and the stars shimmered brilliantly.
Qingxuan, Zhao Tianfang, and several high-ranking cultivators from Immortal Island stood aside, their eyes amazed as they gazed at Bai Chuwei.
Senior Bai was already stunning, and tonight she shimmered like the stars and moon.
Qingxuan murmured, “The Dark Night Young Master has struck it rich.”
Look at the goal of that Young Master in the past!
Everyone thought they would become Senior Bai’s little brother, but the Dark Night Young Master had a broader and more ambitious goal to become the Taoist companion of Senior Bai.
Unexpectedly, he actually succeeded.
So, future goals should be set higher!
One must be bold.
Thinking this, Qingxuan touched his old face, realizing that if he had set Duan’s goal at the time, Bai Chuwei would likely have directly struck him down.
Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan exchanged a glance, both with infinite laughter in their eyes.
Bai Chuwei looked at the time and directly said, “Let’s begin.”
Don’t waste time.
In the distance, several Cloud-swallowing Beasts with festive flowers tied to them, including the small Cloud-Swallowing Beast, held its head high. According to the pre-arranged pact process, it gracefully walked over carrying a wooden box and whimpered adorably at Bai Chuwei.
Bai Chuwei reached out, about to pat this little beast’s head, when she suddenly paused, showing a half-smiling expression.
Duan Feihan frowned, “What’s wrong?”
Bai Chuwei leisurely took a Sound Transmission Jade Slip out of a Space Artifact and laughed, “News from Wanwan.”
Wanwan, the Demonic Cultivator from the Demon Domain who was forced to become Bai Chuwei’s spy.
Wanwan’s voice was urgent from the other side, “Miss Bai, you cannot form a Taoist couple pact with him…”
Bai Chuwei’s tone was playful, “Oh, why not, Domain Master?”
The Sound Transmission Jade Slip suddenly fell silent, as quiet as death.