Elevated to Governor of Yang Province, Ruling Unchallenged Over His Domain

With the imperial envoy leaving the capital, it meant the emperor had already conceded.

Since the emperor had conceded, Li Xinge naturally had to show him due respect.

After all, to put it plainly, the Royal House was the most powerful clan in Great Zhou, and the emperor was the head of that clan. It was just that he had a few more enemies than most.

Li Xinge led Yang Province's civil and military officials, representatives of the various clans and sects, and others out of the city to welcome the envoy.

Armored soldiers stood in formation along both sides of the road outside the city, their ranks stretching for miles until they vanished from sight.

Broad-backed and thick-waisted, their eyes sharp, they radiated the aura of battle-hardened veterans.

Banners fluttered, snapping in the wind.

Spears and halberds stood like a forest, their cold edges glinting in the autumn sunlight.

Today, Li Xinge wore a bright red Governor-General's robe. With his hands behind his back, he stood tall and straight as a pine.

They waited for about the time it took half an incense stick to burn.

A tiny black speck appeared on the distant horizon.

It rapidly grew larger, hurtling through the air amid faint dragon roars and the rumble of wind and thunder.

As it drew near, everyone could see clearly: it was an enormous carriage drawn by a flood dragon.

The flood dragon was over a hundred zhang long. Its scales gleamed, its horns jutted proudly, and clouds swirled around it as it radiated a pressure that made hearts tremble.

The carriage it pulled was less a carriage than a vast, mobile palace.

Around it stood Imperial Guards in golden armor, their auras fierce and imposing.

The auras of all two hundred guards belonged to the