Zhao Lingfeng stood frozen in place, his face ashen, humiliation and fear tangled together. Not a trace of his former princely bearing remained.
That instant had felt as though an ancient divine mountain were crashing down upon him, making his soul tremble.
What enraged him even more was that the gazes of the many Female Cultivators present—including Princess Long Yao at the seat of honor and the Heavenly Phoenix Girl among the guests—seemed to linger, intentionally or otherwise, upon Chu Jiang.
A flicker of wonder flashed through Princess Long Yao's eyes. "What unique Dao Charm."
A Dao Charm that resonated with the true Dao flowed around Chu Jiang's body—pure and lofty. Aside from Di Jiuyou, she had never seen its like among their generation.
Wu Yue, seated beside Chu Jiang, sensed it even more clearly. She keenly perceived that his Primordial Spirit Power was as vast as an ocean, unfathomably deep.
Had he intended it just now, a single glance would have been enough to shatter Zhao Lingfeng's soul and kill him.
The faintest ripple passed through the depths of Wu Yue's eyes. Even she could no longer see through the strength of her little junior brother.
"Eighth Prince, proceed with caution." A steady voice transmission entered Zhao Lingfeng's ears. It came from an elderly man with an obscure aura—his Dao Protector. "Our purpose in coming is to forge good relations with the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom. The marriage alliance is the true priority. Do not lose the greater for the lesser and earn Princess Long Yao's displeasure."
Hearing this, Zhao Lingfeng forcibly suppressed his roiling blood and qi. With a heavy snort, he threw out a fierce yet hollow threat. "Hmph, today is a gathering to discuss the Dao. What skill is there in crushing others with force? This