Becoming the Holy Lord of a holy land was the ultimate goal countless people longed for all their lives but could never attain.
All the more so for a supreme holy land like the Tianyuan Holy Land.
Yet all Ye Qingcheng saw on Chen Mu's face was utter disdain.
He all but said outright, "Anyone can take that Holy Lord's seat, so long as it isn't me."
She could only console herself silently: the gulf between her realm and the Young Master's was far too vast. It was perfectly normal that she could not understand him.
No need to dwell on it, no need to dwell on it...
The capital of the Great Wu Dynasty.
The news that the Chen Family had produced a Great Emperor-two Great Emperors, no less-had already spread through the city like wildfire.
Upon hearing it, Chen Juexin had been so ecstatic that she showered money everywhere, spending like water to celebrate and share her joy.
She also took the opportunity to let everyone know who stood behind her merchant association.
Anyone looking to stir up trouble had better think carefully about whether they were qualified.
For Chen Juexin, having a little brother to lean on felt absolutely wonderful!
So what if she was a fox borrowing a tiger's might? She was happy to do it.
Other people did not even have the chance!
"Whoa!"
The carriage stopped.
Chen Juexin lifted the curtain and stepped down from the carriage.
She looked at the pavilion towering over a dozen stories high before her, and the words "Heavenly Secrets Pavilion."
She was just about to climb the steps and find out more about the Tianyuan Holy Land.
Then she spotted the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, whom she had personally appointed, waiting beside a young