White Emperor Manor sprawled across a vast expanse. Pavilions and towers stood against the mountains and clouds, Innate Spirit Jade paved the ground, and Floating Dao Platforms crisscrossed overhead.
Rich, mellow dao resonance lingered everywhere, displaying the lavish wealth of a top-tier power.
The Main Courtyard stretched wide. Dozens of long tables stood in rows, laden with delicacies, immortal fruits, thousand-year spirit wine, and Spirit Tea for the Saint Kings who had come from across the land to sit and talk.
To conceal himself, Li Yun had suppressed his aura to the utmost and altered both his looks and bearing. He had even traded his usual green robes for gray.
On the surface, he looked like the most ordinary Rogue Cultivator Saint King imaginable.
There were far too many Saint Kings like that in the Imperial Capital.
He was hardly worth mentioning.
So no one paid him any attention.
After sitting down, he quietly listened to the conversations around him.
Every conversation turned to Saint Emperor Ruiyun's exalted status. Beyond expressing awe, people spoke mostly of their hopes of finding a way into his favor.
"Who would've thought I, Jin Huan, would get a chance like this in my lifetime? Attending the birthday celebration of a Saint Emperor's son in the Imperial Capital—it feels like a dream."
"Exactly! To see the son of a Saint Emperor with my own eyes—I could die without regrets!"
"If I get the chance to offer Saint Emperor Ruiyun a toast up close later, that would be even better!"
"Damn it, Xie Yunchuan, your Suanpan Suanpan Suanpan"
"You call that offering a toast? You're obviously trying to win Saint Emperor Ruiyun's favor. Give up on that dream now—you won't get the chance!"
The Saint King named Xie Yunchuan looked thoroughly embarrassed.
But he still wasn't