The "Immovable Wisdom King" of Elysium walked out of the Chongxuan Family Ancestral Hall and shut its heavy door behind him.
The bright candles inside the hall had all gone out.
Only several sticks of sandalwood incense in the burner still flickered faintly, barely visible through the yellowed window paper.
High courtyard walls surrounded the ancestral hall. Beyond them, the shadowy hills rose and fell, fading away into the darkness.
Guan Dongchan let out a soft breath, white vapor frosting the air. When he raised his head, he saw Jiang Wuhua standing by the courtyard gate, dressed in the ceremonial robes of the Crown Prince.
His purple robes were noble and resplendent, embroidered with a vivid four-clawed divine dragon that crouched upon his chest with a cold gaze.
It looked far more imposing than the unremarkable Crown Prince of Changle himself.
"Am I late?" Jiang Wuhua raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Not late, not late." Guan Dongchan dusted off the hem of his robes and walked forward with a smile. "Once Your Highness has arrived, it cannot be called late."
Tonight, the only enemy the entire Blue Stone Palace faction truly had to face was the Son of Heaven of the present day.
And the Holy Crown Prince had chosen to face him personally.
Having made White Bone his son and borrowed the Dao of Godly Movement, he had already entered East Brilliance Pavilion.
According to Blue Stone Palace's plan, all of this should have proceeded without wind or rain. On a tranquil night, the transfer of supreme authority would be completed in silence.
In theory, no one would notice a thing.
Huaying Palace was an exception, because she was the Holy Crown Prince's blood sibling—the one person he truly cared about—and she also possessed the deepest understanding of Blue Stone