Mingdu, Green Hotel.
News that a new heir to the Imperial Throne had emerged out of nowhere, backed by a mysterious faction and vying with Crown Prince Xu Tianran for the throne, spread like wildfire throughout Mingdu.
Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao sat on a sofa in the Golden Hall's VIP Room, a thick stack of documents piled before him.
It was broad daylight, and no auction was being held. He was analyzing the operations of the Xishui Alliance, now renamed the Northern Lands Alliance. The Xishui Alliance had close ties to the imperial family. Although the Holy Spirit Cult had left, the lotus root had broken while its threads remained connected. The existing records could still yield plenty of useful information.
He was not the only one studying the documents. Across from him, Huo Qiu'er was reading just as carefully.
The Ice and Snow Empresses were neither in the room nor in his Sea of Consciousness.
Tian Meng lay sprawled on the sofa, humming a tune while playing on a Soul Guidance Game Console. Bajiao looked as though it had been planted on his back, its ice-blue leaves revealing no expression.
As Huo Yuhao read through the imperial family members who had dealings with the Xishui Alliance, he mused aloud, "They are, after all, the most powerful organization of armed force on this continent. Even without a Limit Douluo, the Sun Moon Imperial Family's influence is beyond what other factions can match."
The Hand of National Protection's Soul Engineer Corps, the Illustrious Virtue Hall, the Offering Hall... The Sun Moon Empire had no expert above the rank of Super Douluo, yet it still held a firm advantage against the alliance formed by the Douluo Three Kingdoms.
"That's why they dare cooperate with the Holy Spirit Cult without fearing it will turn