THREADS OF FATE AND LOVE

CELEBRATION OF UNION

The morning in the mountains unfolded with a breathtaking spectacle. The first light of dawn painted the rugged peaks with a soft, ethereal glow as if the hills were waking from a deep slumber. Mist clung to the valleys below, creating an other worldly, mystical atmosphere. Birds, their songs echoing through the crisp mountain air, heralded the new day. The scent of pine and earth mingled, invigorating the senses.

Its warm rays kissed the alpine meadows as the sun climbed higher, revealing a tapestry of wild flowers glistening with dew. In the mountains, the morning was a symphony of natural beauty and untamed majesty, a reminder of the awe-inspiring power. The Shaoyang Sect had been adorned with exquisite decorations, an abundance of fresh flowers gracing every corner, imbuing the air with the delightful scent of blossoms. All were in the final stages of preparation, eagerly anticipating the arrival of their distinguished guests.

Sifeng donned a short white tunic with loose-fitting pants as his initial layer of clothing. On top of this, he wore a long, flowing white robe that graced his ankles, its sleeves billowing loosely. Layered over the white ensemble was a delicate light green robe and, finally, an emerald-coloured garment that enveloped all the layers beneath. The sleeves of the emerald robe extended down to his steady elbows while the cloth beneath carelessly cascaded to his ankles. His hair was meticulously tied into a half bun, using a green ribbon gently trailing down to his waist. He bore a striking resemblance to a celestial emperor in this attire, the colours harmonizing perfectly with his captivating presence.

Xuanji donned attire identical to Sifeng's with one notable distinction, instead of the emerald robe, she wore a graceful light pink robe. The fabric covering her arms was neatly secured at the wrist, while loose strips of cloth hung gracefully down her back. Her hair was elegantly parted in the middle, with half of it from either side fashioned into a cylindrical shape, the ends neatly sealed. Delicate light pink ribbons were artfully tied around her hair, ensuring its secure arrangement. A sense of completeness washed over her as she retrieved her cherished hairpin from the table, carefully inserting it into one of the tied strands, setting it just right.

Sifeng and Xuanji prepared themselves and made their way to the main hall. Sifeng was ready first, patiently waiting for Xuanji to join him. It wasn't long before she appeared at the door, causing Sifeng's eyes to widen with astonishment. He found himself once again captivated by her ever-increasing beauty, unable to put into words the depth of his admiration. Instead, he leaned in and gently kissed her forehead before pulling back.

Xuanji's smile radiated with happiness because she understood Sifeng's struggle with expressing his feelings in words. She recognized that he always sought the right way to convey his appreciation. Nevertheless, she didn't need a torrent of words, as these tender gestures of love were enough for her to understand and cherish Sifeng's affection, knowing that he loved her deeply and would always do so.

Sifeng extended his hands towards Xuanji, a simple yet heartfelt gesture. He knew she would reach out and take his hand, but he cherished these moments that brought her happiness, and he wanted nothing more than to see her smile. Xuanji beamed at him, her eyes locked onto his, understanding the significance of his small act of consideration. It wasn't because he believed she felt uncomfortable without it; instead, it was his way of showing respect and love.

With a gentle intertwining of their hands, they entered the main hall. The assembled members of Xuanji's Sect awaited them. Seated on a raised platform, the Sect leader occupied a long chair adorned with a light blue fabric that stretched elegantly across the seating area. The Sect leader was dressed in a golden blue robe layered over white garments, with half of their hair carefully tied into a flawless bun. A unique iron ornament encircled their secured hair, giving the impression of a crown gracing their head.