The dragon race cultivators, especially those seniors who lived deep in mountains far away from society, did not pay much attention to regular human weddings; the weddings held inside Dragon Palace were what they recognized.,"Xiaoxue! Xiaoxue! I am very familiar with this place!" Zhen Ciming, in a black small suit, walked over pulling Wu Luoxue along.,Zhen Yuan’s gaze swept past Sun Wukong's ear and suddenly spotted a kind woman in plain clothes among the guests. He was slightly surprised.。