Chapter 1070: The Wedding Rite

Meanwhile, in the waters of the Kunlun Ruins, on an island thick with spirit woods, a lone woman stood staring, vacant and still, at the dark trees before her. The island belonged to the Wu clan. The woman, of course, was Han Ziwei. She let out a soft sigh and murmured, "Han Ziwei, what's gotten into you?" "You know better than anyone how much the Wu clan means to Father…" Tomorrow was her wedding day. A wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of a woman's life, yet, for reasons she couldn't...