"Miss Xiyue, the people from Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace have arrived. Aren't we... setting off?"
On the third floor of Drunken Dream Star-Moon, Dongfang Xiyue stood by the window, relaxed and at ease, as though the lake's undercurrents and the flying vessels before her were merely a painting worthy of slow appreciation.
Her leisure left the accompanying Cultivators utterly baffled, their eyes filled with astonishment.
They could not understand it. Had their young lady not come here to win over Jiang Xuan and borrow the Divine Firmament Sect's strength to gain the upper hand in the Ascension Ceremony? Why, now that the moment was at hand, was she in no hurry at all, allowing the people of Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace to take the first step?
After exchanging glances, He Jing, the direct heir of the He Household's generation, finally could no longer restrain himself and voiced the doubts filling his heart.
Hearing his question, Dongfang Xiyue—who radiated an air of grace and nobility even while standing casually—gave a soft laugh.
"Winning people over and seizing the initiative is indeed the best strategy. But this time, we are not merely winning over Jiang Xuan and the Divine Firmament Sect. We must also make him recognize his own strength and position... The initiative in this alliance must remain in our hands."
As she spoke, her gaze deepened as it fell upon the flying vessel on the lake. Her voice drifted faintly. "Do you think that, with the arrogance of those Cultivators from the Northern Heavenly Domain, they would willingly hand over the initiative?"
The moment those words were spoken, the three words impossible surfaced in the minds of every Cultivator on the third floor without prior agreement.
At the same time, they finally understood why their young lady was in no