C294 Half-way Intercept

The sound of firecrackers could be heard, followed by the sound of a matchmaker's voice. "My bride, please get off the palanquin."

A big hand slowly pulled open the curtain on the palanquin, while the other extended towards Mo Ranran.

Through the veil, Mo Ranran saw that hand. It had been holding the sword all year round, and it had caused his palm to be covered in calluses