Yue Hongyan carefully counted; aside from the strikingly beautiful crimson thread, Lin Shen's hand was also holding around fifteen to twenty marriage threads of various different colors.
Among them, a few were rather dim, merely ordinary shades of pink and peach red.
What puzzled Yue Hongyan was that Tian's crimson thread was dazzlingly bright. Besides that, there were eight purplish-red marriage threads, bewitchingly bright and eerily charming. Their brightness was too overwhelming; the usual crimson marriage threads of ordinary people couldn't compare to these in luminosity. This was something Yue Hongyan had never seen before.
If one looked carefully, that blue thread was actually also tinged with purple, similarly exhibiting an extreme brightness.
