Yun Lan opened his mouth, only to discover that before this gathering of old and young, anything he said would be wrong.
Yun Huang had remained silent throughout, merely holding his teacup as his golden eyes swept lightly over the lively hall, like a spectator detached from the world.
Yet the fingertips of the hand holding his tea distinctly tapped the cup once. It was a little habit that only surfaced when he was in a reasonably good mood.
Yun Lan drew a deep breath and decided to drag the conversation forcibly back on track. He cleared his throat, raising his voice a little higher than before, trying to drown out the hall's teasing with an air of official business.
"Ahem. On my way here, I met the deputy commander of the Cloud Valor Guards. He informed me that the three thousand elite ceremonial troops have assembled, all arrangements are complete, and we may depart for the Great Zhou Divine Capital at any time!"
His words rang firm and forceful, each one striking the ground with weight. Unfortunately, amid all the teasing in the hall, they lacked a measure of authority.
Yun Huang nodded. Light flickered in his pale golden eyes, and his slender fingers tapped intermittently against the armrest, each tap seeming to strike the strings of everyone's heart.
The corners of Yun Qing's lips curved slightly as he silently lit a candle for the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
Mm, the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty was in for trouble.
And not just a little trouble.
Heehee.
Between the ninety thousand floating immortal islands of the Yun Clan Ancestral Grounds, the Sea of Clouds parted and immortal bridges emerged. Dozens of floating immortal platforms converged toward the Yun Clan's main peak. Today was the day the Yun Clan would