The talks continued.
The forces from the Outer Heavens wanted to integrate into Mortal Realm society and obtain permission to enter the Mist Sea. Every aspect of the arrangements had to be settled.
Someone had to make the final call on all of it.
Lu Qingxuan rolled his neck.
As a Cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage, even he had developed a sore neck from these endless meetings, day after day.
The medical Cultivators had examined him and said he had developed a slight Inner Demon.
A mighty Crown Prince developing an Inner Demon from meetings—it was almost unbelievable.
All he could do was tend to his mind and keep going.
After all, Imperial Father stayed out of many matters, seizing every moment to comprehend the Law Imago.
So Lu Qingxuan had to step up.
Perhaps one day he would have a son of his own.
Then he could make the boy attend meetings in his place.
"So your camp in the Mist Sea will be on Island No. 3. Any objections?"
Lu Qingxuan looked up from the document as he read the question aloud.
There was no reply from across the table.
He raised his head in surprise. The Envoys from Blood Lord World, Shaking Light Star, and Haotian World all had their heads down, distracted.
They were scrolling on their phones.
Seriously?
I'm sure Blood Lord World and Haotian World don't have phones.
They must have bought them after coming to the Three Realms.
Are short videos really that captivating?
No. Surely not.
"Everyone."
Lu Qingxuan raised his voice.
As if roused from a trance, the Envoys across from him all looked up.
"Ah—Your Highness, how about we take a recess?"
"Yes, today's meeting has been exhausting. We need to go back and discuss things."