Hearing this long-lost brother's name, Li Zhong suddenly thought of the wedding.
His own daughter and his brother's daughter were now both Xia Liu's bedfellows.
If Xia Liu wanted to invite him and Fang Cheng, it was likely for the wedding; there probably wasn't anything else.
"The wedding might take some more time. This time, it's the grand ceremony—the founding ceremony."
Though a little awkward, Xia Liu still spoke frankly.
Holding the wedding would certainly have to wait until his sealing was completely lifted.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be at peace.
"Founding ceremony? What's that?"
Hearing such a term for the first time, Li Zhong felt a little baffled.
"Uncle Zhong, here's the situation…"
Xia Liu explained to Li Zhong about the establishment of the Osmanthus Sect and the matter regarding the Western Province representation.
This was a kind of honor. As Li Zhong's son-in-law, Xia Liu was proudly clear in his explanation.
