Inside Bingyang Hall.
Solar radiance flowed, dark baleful energy surged, and light and shadow intertwined across the mural of myriad demons paying homage to the crow overhead, lending it an ever more wondrous air.
Yang Yuanyi sat in the seat of honor, his expression severe and his black eyes deep. The feathers at his temples had turned entirely black and gold.
He wore a deep-black robe patterned with flames, his presence seeping outward as another Divine Ability neared completion. Only his lower body had all but merged with the dark baleful energy, engulfing the bronze throne.
The scene bore a striking resemblance to Mu Wude's former state. Xu Xuan's heart stirred, and he quietly took note.
Yang Zhongzhou sat toward the outside, his expression as calm and gentle as ever.
Though he belonged to the direct Golden Crow bloodline, he showed not a trace of arrogance. He seemed rather like an ascetic who had stepped out of the ancient Immortal Dao, his bearing extraordinary.
"The Bing-Day Flame-Offering Crows also inherit our Golden Crow bloodline. For this marriage alliance, besides Senior Shang Guang's personal selection, several elders of our clan have offered their support and bestowed a title upon Lady Yuanxin: Bing-Day Plume-Filling Fire Crow.
"Should Yuanxin attain Purple Mansion in the future, she shall be titled Plume-Filling and hold the same standing as our blood descendants."
Yang Zhongzhou's voice carried the majestic might of the blazing sun. With those words, he formally bestowed this exceedingly noble title. It named her not a common crow, but a solar crow-a distinction of extraordinary significance.
Upon the throne, Yang Yuanyi, whose title was Bing-Day Hidden-Bright Fire Crow, spoke first. His tone was steady, yet held a hint of pleasure.
"On Yuanxin's behalf, I thank Sun Valley for this generous gift."
Yang Zhongzhou's gentle