Auspicious colors shimmered faintly around Randeng, and his eyes shone brilliantly.
"I heard that Your Majesty was welcoming a child into the world, so I came to offer my congratulations."
"Huh?"
Zi Shou gave a startled exclamation. The births of extraordinary figures were often accompanied by unusual phenomena: crimson light circling the room, celestial vapors filling heaven and earth, strange fragrances lingering all night.
Supposedly, whenever one of that whole family of abnormal individuals in Northern Qi was born, there was either purple qi or crimson light. Their neighbors had even urged them to move away.
In short, unusual phenomena did exist in this world.
Could the child in Daji's womb have the makings of a great emperor?
Before Zi Shou could speak, Zhao Gongming said, "Now that you have offered your congratulations, fellow Daoists, please return to your respective mountain sanctuaries. This rebellion is a domestic affair of our Great Shang. Those beyond the secular world should not linger."
Yuan Hong and his six brothers, who had arrived last, were puzzled. They exchanged voice transmissions. "If they came to offer congratulations, why drive them away?"
Zhu Zizhen muttered, "Exactly. What a fine chance to hold a banquet for all the immortals! Old Zhu here didn't get to attend the last feast at the Star-Plucking Tower!"
"Brothers, the Chan Sect has not come with good intentions." Yang Xian tugged at his newly grown goatee and slowly shook his head.
"How so?"
"Even an emperor's son is merely a mortal. His birth hardly warrants such a grand gathering. Six members of the Chan Sect have come, and just now, they even stopped us from entering the city to quell the rebellion."
"I fear they have come for Her Ladyship, and they are unlikely to mean her well."
"Her Ladyship? Lady Su?"