Three days later, in the most luxurious Gold and Silver Tower of Dragon Transformation Prefecture City, tea fragrance curled through a Private Room on the second floor.
Jiang Yuting pinched a white jade teacup between his fingers. After taking a light sip, he gently set the lid back onto the cup, every movement carrying the particular nobility of royalty.
He rose and lifted the beaded curtain of the Private Room, then slowly made his way toward the first-floor hall. His boots crossed the carpeted stairs without a sound.
The hall was brightly lit. The Eight Immortals Tables were packed with people; a rough count revealed more than eighty of them. Most wore the blue cloth robes of Dragon Transformation Sect Inner Sect disciples, a single cloud pattern embroidered upon their cuffs.
Among them sat two or three True Disciples. Though their black robes bore only two cloud patterns, they still carried more grandeur than the Inner Sect disciples.
When these people saw Jiang Yuting appear, they all rose to their feet. Their expressions were uneasy yet ingratiating, and they scarcely even dared to breathe.
A genial smile hung on Jiang Yuting's face. His voice was mild, yet it carried an unquestionable authority. "Since you have all honored my Gold and Silver Tower with your presence, you are friends of mine, Jiang Yuting.
"Do not let word get out that I mistreated my friends."
"Many thanks, Third Prince!"
"Your Highness is benevolent!"
Cheers rose one after another. The disciples bent their waists even lower. Jiang Yuting was not only the current Third Prince, but also a powerful expert who wielded a divine weapon. Figures like him were people they normally found difficult even to glimpse from afar. Now that he considered them friends, they were already overwhelmed by the favor.
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