That afternoon.
A procession of dozens of people slowly approached along the street in front of the Main Trial Hall.
At its center was a palanquin with a bright-yellow canopy, radiating an air of nobility.
Feng Yun sat atop it, dazzling with light as he came slowly forward.
The carriage of the Sole True Sect's First Young Master had not traveled through Divine Capital so openly in a very long time.
After all, Feng Yun's cultivation had risen steadily, and he had now entered the ranks of top experts. He had even less need for such flashy, impractical things.
Yet today, he had actually arrived sitting in it with such pomp.
Everyone sensed that something was unusual.
This was a statement: Young Master Feng Yun had come in the capacity of "the leading young master, first leader, and standard-bearer of the Sole True Sect's younger generation."
He had not come merely as "the First Young Master of the Feng family."
This was a show of importance, an attitude, a declaration to all of Divine Capital: I, Feng Yun, have come to pay Lord of the Night Demon a visit!
The procession flaunted itself through the streets. It moved swiftly where no one was around, but the more people there were, the more slowly it proceeded.
When Yan Suiyun received the report, he could only sigh gloomily. He had just suggested that his son-in-law subdue Feng Nuan and publicly sever ties with Feng Yun. Yet Feng Yun had immediately arrived in this grand fashion.
It was obvious that he was refusing to give them any chance to sever those ties.
"That little bastard!"
Yan Suiyun cursed through clenched teeth.
No wonder that when he had offered the suggestion, the Night Demon brat had remained silent. So he had been unwilling all