Nian Shutong leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, disbelief filling her eyes.
"This shouldn't be—-"
"The bride arrives."
At the announcement of the bride's arrival, Nian Shutong stared directly at the procession coming towards her.
Indeed, it was a procession.
The Mechanical Clan members, wearing red veils on the tops of their heads, were lined up as they approached.
"One, two, three, four… one hundred and seven, one hundred and eight."
One hundred and eight members of the Mechanical Clan, each adorned with a red veil, passed in front of Nian Shutong. They ascended the platform, forming five rows as they lined up.
"Please, bring forth the groom, our king."
Rubble finally made his entrance.
He wore a yellow book-shaped hat on his head, sauntering up slowly to stand in the center position.
