At this moment, gazes from every direction were fixed upon this sacred and solemn scene. Aside from the Nether River Aquatic Race standing upon the river's surface, quite a few powerful figures hidden within the black curtain of the night sky were also spying on it.
People might quarrel or compete over other matters, but today, the protagonists of this scene belonged solely to the Li Palace Black Carp clan of the Nether River Aquatic Race. No one dared steal their glory. This was an honor their ancestors, the Nether River Black Carp, had purchased with endless blood, tears, and suffering—an honor that blessed their descendants for ten thousand generations.
That ancient Dragon Gate standing in the Nether River, and that celestial horse descending through the void, both spoke of that weathered tale from countless years ago. As descendants who could never repay the grace their ancestors had accumulated through blood and tears, they could only kneel in devout worship with stirred hearts...
Yue Qianchou, who knew nothing of that history, only thought these people were absurdly boring. Wasn't it just a carriage falling from the sky? Was there really any need for such a grand ceremony? Yet amid his disdain, he felt somewhat relieved. At last, he had shaken off that troublesome brat. He loosened his collar and straightened his clothes, feeling much more comfortable.
What made him both laugh and cry, however, was that after the aquatic folk finished their grand salute and rose, Xiao Yuan slipped back over. The little fellow's face was flushed red with excitement, and he clutched Yue Qianchou's robe tightly again, as though afraid Yue Qianchou might run away.
His clothes had been tugged crooked again—what a blow to his image, especially with beautiful women present! Yue Qianchou was speechless. He secretly tried