"!" Li Wenli frowned.
What is all this nonsense?
The eldest lady is actually talking about the difficulties of farming on her wedding night?
Bai Junjun suddenly sat up, her eyes sparkling. She leaned on Li Wenli’s chest with both hands and pressed slightly. "Let’s go, Fox. It’s still early anyway, and chances are soone will co to stir up the bridal chamber later. Sooner or later, we’ll be interrupted. Why not slip away now and co back tonight?"
Bai Junjun’s words left Li Wenli speechless.
Strictly speaking, it was only noon. Indeed, everyone was drawn by the wedding candies, and there was still a long way to go till the evening. It wouldn’t be surprising if people grew bored in the afternoon and ca over to create commotion.
Just now, kissing the eldest lady was rely to quench his thirst. He knew there was no way he could actually do anything with her in broad daylight.
Li Wenli sighed, "Let’s go, consider it our honeymoon."
Bai Junjun couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Fox’s train of thought truly deserved admiration.
Despite the complaints, the two tacitly swapped their dazzling wedding robes for light, comfortable clothes and headed outside.
The bustling crowd downstairs had already dispersed. After all, apart from the ceremonial bow, the main attraction was the long-table feast over at the schoolhouse.
On the day of Ah Dao’s wedding, the crowd had fallen in love with the joy and excitent of holding a feast at long tables, so now everyone was incredibly enthusiastic.
After collecting their candies, they all rushed over to await the banquet.
Li Wenli walked alongside Bai Junjun, asking her as they strolled outside, "Where does the eldest lady plan to go for the honeymoon?"
Bai Junjun glanced at the brilliant sunlight and replied, "During the bowing ceremony just now, I suddenly thought: Although we’ve turned the Fire-Swallowing Tribe’s residential area upside down recently, there’s still one place we haven’t touched—their sacrificial altar. We don’t even know where it is. Theoretically, this place should be a constant and not change easily, right?"
Bai Junjun’s words hit Li Wenli like a heavy blow, instantly waking him up.
"You’re right!"
Thus, the two eagerly sought out the Fire-Swallowing Tribe’s clan leader. At the ti, the clan leader happened to be tinkering with sothing in the schoolhouse, and he gleefully handed them two strings of shell necklaces as soon as they entered his room.
"Wedding... gift."
The necklaces weren’t just adorned with beautiful stones but also shells, conches, and other items. One glance was enough to tell it was sothing unique to wild tribes.
Bai Junjun was astonished as she took them, saying, "These necklaces have such diverse elents. Where did you find all this?"
"At the sacrificial altar."
The clan leader’s simple reply left Bai Junjun and Li Wenli shocked.
Is this what they call serendipity?
Just as they decided to visit the altar, they received clues about it right away.
Before Bai Junjun could ask further, the clan leader added mysteriously, "The sacrificial altar is the path to the Heaven Realm. You can only reach it when the roads are blocked by heavy snow. To collect these, we had to carve through glaciers, which wasn’t easy at all."
"?" Bai Junjun and Li Wenli were utterly perplexed.
What sort of place is this? It can only be reached when thousands of miles of ice freeze over? Could it be that the altar is set in the center of a lake?
The clan leader shook his head. "It’s a swamp."
"Swamp?"
The Fire-Swallowing Tribe sure knows how to get creative. They set their sacrificial altar on a swamp? How is that even possible?
Under their incredulous gazes, the clan leader nodded. "There used to be a floating bridge leading to the altar, but two years ago the swamp subrged the bridge. Now, we can only reach the altar when the ice freezes over."
Only then did the two suddenly understand. No wonder the altar was rarely ntioned—it turns out it’s inaccessible! So you can only reach it when the entire swamp freezes over?
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