In Control

Although the Azure Cloud Pavilion was nowhere near as powerful as High Heaven Pavilion, and hardly seemed imposing in Jiang Wang's eyes, it was still one of the foremost sects in Shun'an Prefecture—a world apart from the likes of Xiyun Sword Sect.

The Azure Cloud Pavilion had put a great deal of thought into its preparations for Marquis Weining's birthday celebration.

Even the party assigned to carry the gifts stretched out into a long line.

At the head of the party was a short-bearded old man, around sixty years old. A young man with a somewhat sinister face walked beside him. They seemed close, perhaps master and disciple or father and son.

The rest were servants and attendants, making for quite an imposing entourage.

The old man naturally headed straight into the Marquis Mansion. A sect as powerful as the Azure Cloud Pavilion did not need to queue outside the mansion.

"Hmm?"

Steward Jiao, who had been stationed outside the mansion to welcome guests, suddenly stepped sideways and blocked their way.

The short-bearded old man smiled and cupped his hands. "Brother Jiao, it's been too long!"

The steward, however, showed no expression. "What are you here for?"

The old man's smile faltered, but he managed to reply, "Feng Yue has come on behalf of the Azure Cloud Pavilion to wish the Marquis a happy birthday!"

The steward nodded toward the long line outside the mansion. "All these people are here to wish the Marquis a happy birthday, and they're all queuing. Why aren't you?"

"Brother Jiao." Feng Yue smiled and, hidden by his body, offered him a Storage Box. "Have I offended you in some way? Please, tell me plainly."

The steward stepped back, leaving the Storage Box blatantly exposed to everyone's view. His voice turned cold. "Our Marquis runs