As her words fell, Bibi Dong personally placed the crown upon his topknot.
The golden crown complemented his jet-black hair, lending a measure of majesty to his still-youthful face.
"The ceremony is complete-pay your respects to His Highness the Holy Son!"
The master of ceremonies abruptly raised his voice, which boomed across the square with enough force to pierce the clouds.
In an instant, the thousands of armored Spirit Hall guards below the platform dropped to one knee in unison.
The crisp clatter of armor rang out as one, and a mighty voice filled the air: "We pay our respects to His Highness the Holy Son-!"
Immediately afterward, the Spirit Hall disciples, deacons, and bishops attending the ceremony bowed one after another, countless voices converging into a torrent that could topple mountains and overturn seas: "We pay our respects to His Highness the Holy Son-!"
Among the representatives of the great sects who had come to witness the ceremony, all but those of the very highest standing also bowed, countless voices converging into a torrent that could topple mountains and overturn seas: "We pay our respects to His Highness the Holy Son-!"
The waves of sound struck the colonnades surrounding the square and rebounded, layer upon layer, making even the air tremble.
Beneath the sunlight, tens of thousands of figures bowed low like a tide, while Su Yu alone stood tall upon the raised platform.
The golden crown shone brilliantly in his hair, fully displaying the Holy Son's exalted standing.
Su Yu stood there, gazing at the sea of people bowing beneath his feet and listening to their deafening cries, then slowly raised his hand.
He gave those below a slight nod, a small gesture that nevertheless carried an innate bearing.
At that moment, no further words were needed. The