When the old Minister of Rites spoke that form of address, the Great Li Emperor said nothing, and neither did Chen Ping'an.
Was Treasure Bottle Continent about to undergo another upheaval?
Song He smiled and prompted, "Mountain Lord Fan?"
Once that empty chair had been occupied by a figure in green robes, the emperor, whose head had been aching moments ago, was no longer the one with a headache. The wheel of fortune turned; why wait thirty years? It took but an instant.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, however unwilling she was, Fan Junmao could only swipe a hand through the air. The Woman Mountain Lord used her Natal Divine Ability, gathering the moisture in the room into a sheet of rice paper. She then gave a soft puff, and clouds and mist converged into a lump of golden ink. Dipping her finger into it, the thoroughly vexed Fan Junmao was just about to "put brush to paper" when she noticed several Mountain and Water Spirits, Wei Bo among them, looking her way. Her anger flared at once. Finding a convenient outlet for it, and unable to make threats against the young Yin Guan who had certainly helped greatly with her divine title, she snapped, "What are you looking at? Why don't you write it yourselves?!"
Wei Bo could not be bothered to argue with Fan Junmao. The other Mountain and Water Spirits in the room, who had merely glanced a few extra times and been scolded for it, simply did not wish to provoke the Southern Sacred Mountain Lord whose new divine title was "Cuiwei."
After all, in one sense, Zitong Mountain lay outside Great Li territory. From now on, Fan Junmao would be the foremost figure across the vast mountains and rivers of southern Treasure Bottle Continent. Moreover, with