The feeling was strange, as though he had become an ordinary person in an instant, and all his former power had merely been an illusion.
"Senior Sister, did Moon God Grandmother say specifically whom we should support?"
Xu Yan transmitted her words through spiritual intent, yet her gaze remained fixed without wavering on the three Demon Dragon Carriages lined up side by side.
By the time they arrived, the curtains of the Demon Dragon Carriages had already been lifted, and three figures stepped out from within.
One was a refined scholar with a smile on his face. Another was a Demon Cultivator who had taken human form, his mouth enormous, his split lips reaching all the way beneath his ears.
The last was a woman draped in noble bearing, her beauty peerless, her three thousand strands of black hair cascading like a waterfall.
"Nineteenth Princess!"
The refined scholar and the big-mouthed Demon Cultivator both froze upon seeing the woman, then hurriedly bowed in greeting.
The noble woman gave a light nod. With a wave of her jade hand, she walked directly toward Lin Xuan and the others.
"Junior Sister, Master did not make it clear. She only told us to decide for ourselves."
At the same time, Yue Qinglian responded to Xu Yan.
Then, her spiritual intent echoed through Lin Xuan's mind.
"Imperial Son Wu Mingyong died in battle, leaving the position of Imperial Son vacant. Wu Zhao Mountain's incarnation has returned. In any case, no matter whom we support, if they ultimately fail to seize the Heir Position, the Moon God Clan will gain another great enemy."
"Right now, the three Imperial Direct Descendants with the greatest hope are the Thirteenth, Seventeenth, and Nineteenth. Junior Sister, you can decide. Our goal is merely Sun Moon Valley in the central