Wang Quan stood amid the clouds, looking down as he inspected the Drowning Dao Lower Court.
He saw the Lower Court flourishing, the Spirit Monsters brimming with drive, the warriors' blood running hot, and the New-Method Cultivators hard at work.
There were no conflicts here, much less disputes between the New Method and the Old Cultivation Method.
There was only work in full, fiery swing.
"Qian Xiuyue has some impressive methods!"
After offering his praise, Wang Quan went to find Qian Xiuyue.
The Star Hall stood atop a tall mountain.
Inside the hall:
Qian Xiuyue sat upright on a cloud bed, with a hundred and eight cultivators standing below to either side like court officials.
Her little mouth opened and closed as she issued one order after another, and cultivators immediately went out to carry them out.
Whenever a cultivator left, a new one came in from outside, keeping the number inside the hall at a hundred and eight.
Back then, Qian Xiuyue had relied on the backing of more than a dozen Dao companions to establish a Manor and rule over a region.
But her bearing had been unremarkable.
Now, dressed in golden robes and wearing a crown, Qian Xiuyue was nobler and more exalted than any mortal emperor.
Her every word and action brimmed with domineering authority.
Seeing how orderly and swiftly she handled matters, Wang Quan could not help admiring her.
Just as he was about to reveal himself, Qian Xiuyue suddenly shifted from sitting upright to lounging lazily.
Reclining on the bed, she pointed at the court officials and Dao companions below. "Why aren't you all hurrying up here?"
Whoosh!
The hundred and eight cultivators surged forward, some tending to her fingers, others meticulously trimming her toenails.
Some fed her pastries and fruit.
Others brought strands