Wen Xu and the Yan Army envoys returned to the Northern Lands after many twists and turns.
The three chief and deputy envoys washed up, then immediately went to see their Great General. Ever since going to the Southern Wilderness, they had felt increasingly muddled. Not only had they failed to accomplish their task, they had brought back no small number of doubts. In their hearts, they sighed that demons were demons after all—when things went against the ordinary, they became bizarre and impossible to fathom.
After waiting a long while, the three entered once the various commanders had finished their meeting and departed.
"Once the realm is unified, issue an edict proclaiming her the Auspicious Divine Dragon?"
The Great General, master of the Yan Army, looked puzzled. He did not understand what use such a proclamation would serve. It seemed like nothing more than an imperial edict, requiring no cost at all, yet why did his instincts tell him this was far from simple?
He had merely come from a small town and knew little about matters of the Divine Path.
Chen Jia, standing at his side, instinctively wanted to speak and stop the future Human Emperor from promising to grant Sealing and Affirmation to the White Flood Dragon. As usual, before he could open his mouth, he saw Pan Hongzu across from him rest his hand on his sword hilt. He inwardly cried bitterly. Had he known this would happen, he should never have agreed to his master's order to descend the mountain and make trouble for Pure Yang. If he spoke up to obstruct it, his head would likely be lopped off at once. Everyone from Purple Void was mad.
Pan Hongzu would not speak up to win benefits for his fellow disciple, the White Flood Dragon,