Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.
Chen Wei stood in the center of the Main Hall, holding a memorial as he delivered an impassioned report summarizing the battle.
"That night!"
"The astral winds howled, and demon aura surged into the heavens."
"To uncover the demons' secrets, the Martial Virtue Star Lord disregarded his own safety and ventured into danger alone. Who could have foreseen the demons' cunning? They laid a Heavenly Net, yet the Star Lord fought fiercely without retreating. Even as his magic power ran dry, he still cried, 'Long live the Great Heavenly Venerable!' In the end, he tragically perished, sacrificing his life for the Heavenly Court..."
Chen Wei's voice was heavy with grief, rising and falling with a cadence that could wring tears from immortals.
Yet not a single immortal in the Main Hall was actually listening.
How Wude had died, who had beaten him to death, and what he had shouted before dying did not matter in the slightest. Something even more extraordinary than the Martial Virtue Star Lord's death in battle had happened in Lingxiao Palace today.
The Holy Manifestation True Lord, Yang Jian, had actually attended the Morning Court Assembly.
The Justice Heavenly Deity, who accepted military summons but never court summons and had always treated court assemblies as passing clouds, had come to court for the first time ever.
What was going on?
This nephew had always been at odds with his uncle. Why had he suddenly appeared?
The Heavenly Court's political landscape revolved around balance.
Yang Jian had always remained outside the center of power, helping neither side. But today, he had come.
What did that mean?
Could the nephew have reconciled with his uncle?
If the Great Heavenly Venerable and Yang Jian were wearing the same pair of trousers, that would spell trouble