The Demon Dragon Carriage sped along the streets at astonishing speed. The surrounding beings hurriedly stepped aside, then cast envious gazes at it.
Within the imperial capital, anyone able to travel in a carriage held no low status. At the very least, they were nobles and magnates, or had extraordinary ties to princes and aristocrats.
The Demon Dragon Carriage stood at the very pinnacle of all carriages, for it came from the imperial family.
"I wonder which prodigy has arrived this time. I've already seen many Demon Dragon Carriages today. They must all be heading to the Confucian Light Banquet, right?"
"Of course. I heard that prodigies from several provinces have come this time. It's probably related to the struggle for the Heir Position."
"I really envy them. We citizens of Wu Province need to enter Confucian Cloud Academy before we even qualify to receive the baptism, while they arrive to the highest courtesy from the moment they get here."
"Isn't that the truth..."
The streets of the imperial capital buzzed with discussion.
A day had passed since Lin Xuan received the Thirteenth Prince's invitation. Today was the day the Confucian Light Banquet opened, while tomorrow would be the day Wu Zhao Mountain opened.
The struggle for the Heir Position, watched by countless people across the Sun and Moon Divine Dynasty, was fast approaching.
Inside the Demon Dragon Carriage, Lin Xuan sat beside Xu Yan. Old Wang and the others rode in the other carriages. The Nineteenth Princess had prepared several carriages, putting on an impressive display.
The carriages soon passed through dozens of streets before gradually coming to a stop.
"We're here!"
"Let's get down!"
As Lin Xuan spoke, he took Xu Yan's hand and stepped down from the Demon Dragon Carriage.
The first thing Lin Xuan saw after