Lingyun Peak, at the mountain top in autumn, had already transformed into a silver-clad land, adorned with shimmering ice sculptures.
And on the mountainside, countless maple trees were now burning red like flames.
At this moment, these maple trees were also hung with lanterns and numerous tiny red celebratory cloths.
On both sides of the mountain path, red joyous characters were pasted everywhere.
From time to time, groups of Mountain-devouring Rats passed by, gazing longingly at platters filled with Spirit Fruit.
The busy Ye Family Members at the mountaintop were both proud and anxious.
Afraid of spoiling Ye Jingcheng's grand wedding, after all, it was the Patriarch's wedding, and also an alliance between the Ye Family and Cyan Cloud Nunnery.
"Qingcai, check if the tea and fruits are arranged well at the wedding pavilion?"
"Qingxi, take those undisciplined Mountain-devouring Rats away; if they steal food, prepare them for Spiritual Cuisine!"
