Ming Tianyan had a name surface in her mind: Feng Ji!
Feng Ji was currently the Music Palace Master, the second echelon beneath Cao Xiangdao, and a contender for the second position in the eyes of most. But could Feng Ji really be the one?
In her view, absolutely not.
Feng Ji's seniority was far too shallow, the Music Dao she cultivated was far too narrow, and she barely even knew anyone in the Holy Hall...
Feng Ji had only just become the Music Palace Master. She could hardly be said to have found her footing yet...
"Tomorrow, there are signs that the winds and clouds will churn. Come, let's relax and welcome the greatest event since we entered the Holy Hall." Lin Su placed a hand on Ming Tianyan's waist and gently drew her into his arms.
Ming Tianyan rolled her eyes at him. "Relaxing to welcome the greatest event? If I refuse you, does that mean I'm deliberately keeping you from relaxing and thus affecting the grand scheme?"
"Ahem... it might affect it a little."
Ming Tianyan let out a groan. "Your instinct to slip in private goods has really merged into your daily life. Even an infinitely sacred undertaking can be seamlessly tied to this... I yield to you! Come!"
The next day.
Beside the Sacred Lake of the Holy Hall.
Layers upon layers of Literary Way radiance flowed across the ancient Dao platform.
Below the platform, countless top-level literary cultivators had gathered—elders and regular officials, over a thousand in total.
Because today was a grand occasion.
By the Sacred Edict's rules, the Hall Master would be openly reviewed.
Since it was public, it could only be held at the Holy Hall's Dao platform.
But public had its limits. Direct participants had to be regular officials