The ninth day of the ninth month, the Celestial Master Assembly.
For the Crown Prince to make his move, he had to ensure nothing could go wrong. He had long since secretly cultivated his own manpower.
He had arranged his own people among all those entering and leaving the Celestial Master Assembly.
Yet he would never have imagined that viewing things beyond the ordinary with a mortal heart was itself arrogance and ignorance.
"The Celestial Master Assembly has reached its pinnacle and must now decline. Seize this chance as it turns from prosperity to decay, make one decisive move, and perfectly inherit that dragon aura..."
The Crown Prince attended this Celestial Master Assembly as well. He sat in his place with a respectful expression, yet Xie's words had already flashed through his mind.
The Emperor of Great Qi had grown old. Compared to the majesty people imagined a sovereign should possess, he carried more gentleness and magnanimity.
That bearing did not inspire fear; instead, it gave him a certain approachable air.
The other adult princes each had their own thoughts as well.
"The Celestial Master Assembly now begins!"
There were many sorcerers attending the Celestial Master Assembly. Judging by appearances alone, it would have been difficult to tell whether someone was a sorcerer or not.
Only because there were so many fellow practitioners gathered today did certain sorcerers and ritual masters strive to present themselves in the image of pure, elegant immortals.
Those lacking the looks for it had their own aura instead—cold, aloof, distant. In any case, they all carried themselves like lofty masters.
The event was being held out in the open, with Imperial Guards stationed along the outermost perimeter.
The Crown Prince felt both a trace of unease and a trace of excitement.
Xie sat behind him