The next day, afternoon.
Heaven Dou Empire Eastern Palace, rear garden.
It lacked the resplendent grandeur of the main imperial palace hall. Instead, it resembled a Jiangnan garden, with little bridges over flowing water and winding paths leading into secluded depths.
The air carried a faint fragrance of flowers and tea, calming the mind.
What a fine use of softness to overcome strength.
First, use this environment to strip visitors of their guard.
Han Yuchen silently evaluated it in his heart.
Not bad.
And the real brilliance was yet to come.
Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, dressed in plain clothes and possessing a gentle, jade-like temperament, was actually waiting personally at the entrance to the garden.
A perfectly measured smile rested on his face, as soothing as a spring breeze, without the slightest trace of royal arrogance.
"Dean Flender, Master Yu Xiaogang, I have long admired your names."
He bowed slightly, his manners impeccable.
Then, his gaze landed precisely on every member of the Shrek Seven Devils.
"Dai Mubai, your White Tiger Martial Soul is incomparably domineering."
"Tang San, in your hands, Blue Silver Grass has become an art."
"Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly has worthy successors."
Not only did he call every one of them by name, he also knew all about their Martial Souls and their performances in the matches.
After that display, even the always-proud Dai Mubai showed a hint of being flattered.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun were so excited they nearly forgot how to walk.
Well, damn.
He had really done his homework.
Han Yuchen stood at the very back of the group like an outsider, watching coldly.
Qian Renxue would be wasting her talents if she did not go into pyramid schemes.
The tea gathering began.
The atmosphere was unbelievably harmonious.