Everyone was seated, and the great hall of the Dawn Sect was bustling.
The music of the ceremony started, and the air was filled with joy.
William Cole could feel many pairs of eyes looking his way, not only from those he knew but also strangers. Almost everyone was quietly discussing, whispering among themselves.
"Did you see? That's Lord Cole!"
"Lord Cole, the one from Gragan?"
"No other than him."
"Exactly, that Lord Cole, heh heh, now this is really interesting."
"I heard he's very fond of Ruth Dawn, isn't he? To go through life and death for her, they could practically write a 'Autumn in My Heart' about it. Who in the entire Gragan circle doesn't know their love story?"
"Haha, what love story? It's just a third-rate nobody who got lucky, hit the jackpot, and thus became Patriarch. And now he's just acting like a pathetic admirer around his former woman, that's all!"
"Your assessment... is quite to the point!"
"Who says it isn't?"
"Hahahahaha!"