"Now that damned dog of a traitor was actually so spineless... so obsequious!"
"And he still had the gall to call it a celebration for the Great Sage?!"
"Pah!"
"And he called himself an emperor!"
"If you ask me, he might as well write a letter and become their son!"
"Ha! What a fine child emperor!"
The teahouse was full of people cursing up a storm. They were all either monks or Daoists. The one who'd cursed the loudest earlier was a monk, followed by a Daoist. The Daoist knelt before an image of the Three Pure Ones, burning incense to atone, all the while cursing and piling up verbal karma. He was both accruing and erasing karma at the same time.
By a window on one side of the teahouse sat a young man, dressed in a blue-green top and black trousers, wearing thick-soled boots.
A little bird with soft, adorable down perched on his shoulder, quietly telling him something.
The young man gazed outside. The road stretched for about ten li, and everyone coming and going had a foundation in cultivation. This was where the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance had gathered. He had been down from the mountain for over a month. Not long after Qi WuHuo descended, Prince Qin had also volunteered before the court, offering to serve as one of the imperial relatives sent as an envoy to congratulate the Demon Race Great Sage. The decision had somewhat damaged Prince Qin's reputation.
Many who'd seen through the affair between the emperor and the Demon Race couldn't help spitting in disgust.
Prince Qin's father had died over the events in Jinzhou, disgraced and ruined. Yet now this fellow was willing to be their lapdog, leading human craftsmen, artisans, books, and a thousand chaste women from Aristocratic Clans