Half a month later. The grand hall of the Frostwood camp.
To prop up the extravagance of this Vow Banquet, Kyle had sold off half of the southern mining veins. The hall was piled with expensive gold decorations, blindingly bright.
On the high platform, the Grand Elder held the crossover blood wine, looking at Elara, who was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress.
"According to the rules, please ask the new Leader's wife to perform the 'Howl of the Silver Moon' to soothe restless bloodlines, completing the final vow." The Grand Elder's voice carried across the entire venue.
Elara's face turned pale instantly. She tightly clutched Kyle's arm, her fingernails almost digging into his flesh, hesitating to open her mouth.
Below the stage, thousands of Frostwood elites watched her quietly.
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