Chapter 1546: The Wedding Begins

Lao pulled out a strand of blue-silver grass. It looked like a very fragile vine. The fusion of the disabled Martial Soul with the waste spirit hadn't produced any particularly good evolutionary effe...At this time, on the rostrum, Chiguozhangting sat there, but his brow was creased with veins, revealing his utterly restless mood. His expression was slightly ferocious, and his hands gripped the armrests tightly.