Using Truth to Conceal Truth, Scrubbing It into a Blank-Slate Account

By this point, the deal with Prince Yun had been completely concluded.

There was nothing left for Qin Yang to do afterward. Still, the transaction had gone rather pleasantly, and the outcome was fairly good. On top of that, Prince Yun had invited him to watch the Ascension Ceremony, so Qin Yang was in no hurry to leave.

It would be good to enjoy the spectacle and make himself a familiar face while he was at it.

This time, his true body was appearing properly and openly. Wearing another disguise in the middle would have been no different from wearing none at all; it could not have been concealed anyway, so he might as well take the field in person with dignity.

He was no longer the little brat he had once been. Having his true body appear in person could count as padding his record and boosting his prestige. Most importantly, he wanted to witness it himself.

A hundred years ago, Qin Yang would never have imagined that within a mere century, he would stir winds and rain from behind the scenes, changing the heavens and earth of both Great Ying and Great Yan.

Emperor Ying of Great Ying had been stripped of his throne by him, while the Old Emperor of Great Yan had also lost his throne at his hands.

Moreover, he had fanned the flames behind the ascensions of the Great Emperors on both sides.

Thinking about it, it was quite an accomplishment.

The formerly bleak and anxious atmosphere of Great Yan had now changed completely. Everywhere brimmed with festivity.

When everyone had lost their choices, that was sometimes the best choice. No one needed to fight to the death over their stance anymore, nor did they need to fear that someone would seize upon their