Imperial Palace.
The grand court assembly formally commenced.
One by one, Great Xia's legends entered the hall, dressed in wide-sleeved, deep robes.
Huo Ling entered the great hall.
He advanced step by step, passing one legend after another until he reached his own place.
His current title was still East River Marquis. Though he was still a marquis, every legend—indeed, everyone—knew that he was already the foremost person beneath the dukes.
Following the attendants, he proceeded to his designated position. At this moment, the only places ahead of him belonged to those powerful dukes.
After Huo Ling stopped, he turned and looked back.
Several dozen legendary mages stood behind him, while even more legendary martial professionals stood on the other side.
Huo Ling recalled the first time he had come to this hall, the first time he had attended a grand court assembly.
Before him had been nothing but heads, while he himself had stood almost at the very back like some insignificant lackey.
Now, only a scant few people stood before him.
Not only that, but in that instant, Huo Ling felt somewhat dazed.
His thoughts suddenly drifted to everything he had experienced in the Cosmic Star Palace.
It had likewise been a great hall, likewise a gathering of ruler and ministers, yet Great Xia was utterly incomparable to that powerful nation known as the High Sovereign Immortal Dynasty.
After all, the guards standing along both sides of the High Sovereign Immortal Dynasty's hall had all been legendary rank.
The important ministers within the hall were, for the most part, Radiant Moon legends, with a small number of Blazing Sun legends among them.
The gap between the two sides was still immense.
Huo Ling drew in his thoughts. He could not think any further; otherwise, he would recall the