The auspicious hour had arrived.
Representatives from every faction filed in one after another.
Farm Teachings Disciples stood in ranks along both sides of the plaza, while outside, a sea of people packed together in dark masses.
There were representatives from the major Human Race tribes, congratulatory envoys sent by the Dragon race and Phoenix race, and Western Teachings Disciples dispatched from Spirit Mountain.
The light at the Teleportation Array never stopped flashing. Iron Abacus stood at its entrance, his abacus clicking and clacking sharply in his hands.
Every gift of money had to pass his inspection.
Su Miao stood on the high platform. Today, she wore a lilac palace-style bodice skirt—simple, without stealing the spotlight.
She watched Xuandu and Kong Xuan standing shoulder to shoulder below the stage.
As the Holy Son of the Farm Teachings, Xuandu had earned enough face that the Three Pure Ones had come in person to offer their congratulations.
Yuanshi was the first to present his gift.
It was a pair of silver white rings. Their material could not be discerned, and fine patterns flowed across their surfaces, resembling both a Formation and runes.
When he handed them to Xuandu, he said only four words.
"Shared storage space."
Xuandu accepted them and examined them carefully, discovering that the two rings shared the same storage space.
No matter how far apart they were, anything placed inside could be seen and retrieved by the other person.
He bowed respectfully. This gift was exceedingly practical.
Tongtian gave them two wisps of Sword Qi. With a casual flick of his finger, two slender streaks of azure Sword Light sank into Xuandu's and Kong Xuan's brows.
"If you encounter trouble you cannot withstand, summon it."
Xuandu and Kong Xuan bowed again. Tongtian patted his shoulder, the satisfaction of an