Inside the main hall.
Yang Zhenshan, also dressed in festive wedding attire, kowtowed toward the ancestral spirit tablet of the Sky Blue Sword Sect.
By rights, this should have been the part of the ceremony where he kowtowed to the ancestors of Yu Qingyi, but since Yu Qingyi was an orphan who didn't even know who her parents were, they substituted it with the Sky Blue Sword Sect's ancestral spirit tablet.
Yang Zhenshan today was exceptionally tidy, his jet-black hair combed without a single hair out of place, his long beard also arranged neatly.
From his appearance, his youthfulness was misleading; looking at his face alone, he did not seem to be a man in his forties, but his long beard lent him a look of older age.
The long beard aged him, and before coming here, Yang Zhenshan had considered shaving it off entirely because he felt that standing beside Yu Qingyi, there seemed an implication of an old cow eating tender grass.
