When their lips finally parted, Qingyi knelt down and placed a luxurious ring on his wife's finger.
The body of the ring was made of a special type of magical gold, capable of greatly increasing the power of spells. Adorning it was a large, flawless sapphire.
Isabel was unable to contain her excitement.
She fought the urge to run to Qingyi's other wives to show them her ring.
During her time in the world of the mind, they had all become important people to the black beauty.
She no longer called them sisters just because that was what the priestesses did and the other girls ended up copying.
She now truly saw them as her sisters.
Of course, the ceremony did not end there. Isabel also had to give Qingyi a ring.
Naturally, she was unable to give him something as high-quality as the astral-grade ring Qingyi had given her, but the handsome young man did not mind.
That ring had been chosen with love by his dear Isabel. That alone made it more valuable than any astral-grade item.
