Nihility: That Was Emperor Brother's Preparation

At the center of the Gu Realm, the girl drifted over and looked at Hun Miesheng, who had crossed realms to arrive. "In that case, I should count as having succeeded, right?"

"What the Young Clan Leader says is absolutely correct."

Hun Miesheng had long since changed the way he addressed her. A faint smile, rare upon his usually rigid face, appeared. "Not only in this round, but in the history of competition within the Soul Clan and even the entire Eight Clans, you will be the sole victor!"

Hun Miesheng's praise was so excessive it could even be called flattery, yet no one in the Soul Clan dared refute it—and none could.

Everyone stared blankly at the blue-haired girl, having long forgotten to cheer.

If the Saints' reactions had not been so intense, they might even have thought this so-called contest for Young Clan Leader was merely Hun Ruoruo's coronation ceremony.

All glory, all honor, without the slightest room for anyone else, belonged entirely to her.

They knew that the unshakable sky of the Soul Clan might truly be about to tremble.

All of it was because of Hun Ruoruo alone.

"Congratulations, Young Clan Leader!"

From below the stage, a cry brimming with concealed excitement suddenly rang out. It sounded somewhat familiar.

As that shout rose, everyone seemed to awaken from a dream. They regained their senses and shouted in unison—

"Congratulations, Young Clan Leader!"

"Congratulations to the Imperial Daughter on becoming Young Clan Leader!!"

Hearing the thunderous cheers below, Hun Tu's clasped hands trembled slightly. At last, a trace of daze appeared on his sorrowful face, one weathered by years that could never melt away.

He did not cheer or applaud. Instead, he withdrew alone into a corner, silent in a way utterly unlike the name Demon Saint.