The Yellow Robe Is Draped Upon Him! The Great Yun Dynasty Is Founded!

Duan Qingcang's voice was grave and weighty, each word carrying the weight of a thousand jun:

"Emperor Jing Xuan is dead. Li Yuanfu, Cao Xuan, and the rest of those vermin have also been executed. The name 'Great Qian,' along with the rot, darkness, and betrayal it carried, should be buried with it! The old dynasty is gone, but heaven and earth cannot be without a master, and the people cannot be left without support!"

"The dynasty's thirteen provinces span vast lands. Demons lurk outside, while barbarian tribes eye us like tigers. Within, order must be restored from chaos, and every trade awaits revival. Without a leader who commands the hopes of all and can stabilize the realm, we will become dragons without heads, a heap of loose sand, with every heart gripped by panic. The hard-won peace of today will vanish in the blink of an eye, and the people of the thirteen provinces will once again fall into the depths of fire and water!"

The bloodshot in Qin Cang's eyes had yet to fade. He suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice ringing like iron as he declared resolutely, "Lord Jiang Bei! What Duan Tianjun says is absolutely right! This shattered land, these survivors of catastrophe, need someone capable of holding up the heavens and supporting the seas, of turning the tide before the wild waves! Looking across the realm, who else has iron shoulders to bear righteousness? Who else has divine might to shake demons? Who else can make these battered people kindle hope anew and rebuild their homes in peace? Only you! Only you, Jiang Bei!"

Thud!

Thud!

Immediately afterward, Xiao Pojun, Lei Tao, every general present, and even Duan Qingcang all followed Qin Cang's lead, dropping neatly to one knee with their heads lowered.

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