Capital City.
Profound Formation Division, Master Xu's Estate.
Master Xu sat cross-legged in the hall, his eyes half-closed as his chest rose and fell slowly. With every breath, the surrounding spiritual energy stirred in a rhythmic pulse.
Before where he sat lay the courtyard of Master Xu's Estate.
And at this moment, someone stood in that courtyard.
That person's face was somewhat pale, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyes held a trace of fear as he looked at Master Xu.
The young man wore a dragon robe, and his body trembled slightly.
He was the Prince of Yingchuan Commandery whom Master Xu had elevated—the current emperor of the Holy Dynasty, also addressed by the ministers as Emperor Fengqian.
A gentle breeze drifted in.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Master Xu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze turning forward before finally settling on Emperor Fengqian, whose face was filled with fear in the courtyard.
"Your Majesty."
Master Xu's calm voice rang out. "Did your trip to Shouyang Mountain yield anything?"
His voice was exceedingly tranquil.
Yet it was precisely that tranquil voice that made Emperor Fengqian's expression change.
He hurriedly bowed toward Master Xu.
"Heavenly Master, I... I cannot sense... the Dragon Vein..."
As he spoke, Emperor Fengqian's mouth was already full of bitterness.
"Still unable to sense it..."
Master Xu narrowed his eyes.
Ever since the line of the Great Ancestor, the Holy Dynasty's throne had always been passed down through the direct bloodline.
The Dragon Vein recognized only the blood of the direct line.
Just look at the neighboring Jiang Kingdom. The throne had been passed down to this day, and now a little girl sat upon the Dragon Throne.
It was not that the other imperial clansmen did not wish to sit there.