Handan, Zhao State.
On this day, purple qi stretched thirty thousand li from the east, while all manner of auspicious signs filled the sky.
The people of Zhao State knelt and kowtowed, while the ruler and the nobles and ministers of Zhao believed Heaven's favor had fallen upon their state.
Little did they know that all the wonders came from a newborn infant.
Inside the residence.
"Congratulations, Young Master! You've been blessed with a Kirin Son!"
Lu Buwei wore a black robe as he spoke to Ying Yiren, his face wreathed in smiles. He looked at the infant in Ying Yiren's arms, a gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Husband, give our child a name!"
Zhao Ji's voice was weak, but as she looked at her own flesh and blood, tenderness filled her heart.
A hint of maternal radiance appeared on her enchanting face.
"Let's call him Ying Zheng!"
Ying Yiren pondered for a moment, then said to them.
Just as the words left his mouth,
a figure descended into the residence. He wore a Black Daoist Robe and carried himself with the bearing of an immortal.
"Ying Zheng. A good name!"
Zhao Gongming stood in the middle of the courtyard and let out an approving cry.
At that moment,
Lu Buwei was the first to react. He cupped his hands slightly toward Zhao Gongming, then asked, "May I ask what esteemed senior has graced us with his presence?"
As Guiguzi's disciple, Lu Buwei had an exceptionally keen eye.
"I am Zhao Gongming."
"I have come today to protect Ying Zheng and teach him the arts of governance and cultivation. I have also brought the Xuanyuan Sword, a Fortune Supreme Treasure of the Human Race, to bestow upon him!"
Zhao Gongming had come under orders from Dong Wanggong.
Ying Yiren was