Hm?
The Nan Tian Family had always kept itself apart from the world. How had a traitor slipped in among them?
Though Chu Jiang found this strange, his expression remained unchanged. He slowly took his seat of honor and said calmly,
"Everyone, rise!"
"Thank you, Young Emperor!"
Everyone rose respectfully.
"So he's the Young Emperor... He's so handsome!" Some of the young female prodigies looked at Chu Jiang's face. After being taught day after day, they had long regarded the Young Emperor from their clan history as a deity.
Moreover, Chu Jiang was simply too stunning. With all those cheat-like advantages about him, one glance was enough to make him impossible to forget.
The hall fell silent.
Everyone waited to hear what this legendary Young Emperor would say.
Nantian Zhu had invited Chu Jiang here not only to tell him certain information, but also to raise morale. For countless years, the Nan Tian Family had awaited an illusory legend—one could even call it a fantasy.
This was not merely the expectation of the Nan Tian Family alone, but of every surviving former subordinate of the Heaven Court throughout the world.
Now, they needed a declaration—encouragement from the Heaven Court's rightful heir.
Nothing more than some rousing words. That was his specialty.
Chu Jiang slowly rose to his feet.
He released no pressure and displayed no divine radiance. Yet merely standing there, he seemed to become the center of the entire hall, even of this small world.
"Everyone."
His voice rang out like an ancient heavenly sound, entering every ear with a peculiar penetrating force that struck directly at their souls.
"Before I came here, someone told me—the Heaven Court was gone."
He paused, his gaze almost tangible as it slowly swept across every face.
"They said a million years was