To many of the guests in the True Martial Divine Palace at that moment, the names Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao were very unfamiliar—including to some of those who had once belonged to the Yin Shang camp.
Because of Lu Chuan's maneuvering, the outcome had differed from the original Investiture of the Gods. The Jie Sect's main fighting force, the eight great disciples under Tongtian, had all avoided taking part in the Investiture.
"Hey!"
Hearing Lu Chuan call her Fairy Bixiao, Bixiao beamed and patted Lu Chuan on the shoulder, wearing an expression that said, You brat, you know how to read the room.
"Third Sister, do not be rude to the True Martial Emperor."
At that moment, Yunxiao stepped forward and rebuked her, then dipped slightly toward Lu Chuan in a bow. "My younger sister was discourteous and offended Your Majesty. I ask Your Majesty to be magnanimous and forgive her."
She wore a spotless, plain white dress, gentle and courteous, graceful and intelligent, brimming with the air of a mature elder sister.
Bixiao said in shock, "Eldest Sister, you... you actually bowed to this brat? Oh, I'm furious."
"Fairy Yunxiao, there's no need for ceremony."
Lu Chuan raised a hand in a light, empty supporting gesture, leaned closer, and laughed softly. "Martial Aunt, it's fine. We're one family, so let's not speak as two households. I'm the junior here. If you act like this, it makes even me feel a little constrained."
Yunxiao smiled and nodded. "No matter what, the Jie Sect has already scattered. Third Sister, in the future, you must watch your words more. In front of so many people, you must not be rude to His Majesty and diminish his authority."
"Yes!"
Bixiao and Qiongxiao nodded.
"Then, when there are no outsiders present, we'll