Hanyang Prefecture brimmed with festive cheer!
Red silk stretched for ten li. An open banquet ran from Dukes and Marquises Ward to Mud Bottle Street, and the celebratory music of winds, strings, and singing had not stopped since morning.
Under his servants' meticulous care, Huang Yulang had long since finished dressing. He wore a magnificent brocade robe embroidered with gold thread, a white jade crown upon his head, and a tiger-patterned belt around his waist.
Apart from his wedding day and the day he succeeded his father as head of the Huang Household, he had never dressed with such ceremony in his life.
Huang Yulang studied himself in the mirror, brimming with confidence, and murmured inwardly:
To know the True Person's surname, Tian Ba Er Shi Yi. If this succeeds, the Huang Clan of Lujiang will no longer be some fifth-rank local Clan bowing beneath others, but a superior Dao Clan that produces Foundation Establishment cultivators generation after generation and rules a kingdom!
At this thought, the eldest master of the Huang Household, ordinarily composed and never one to show joy or anger, could not help bursting into laughter.
The servants and maids in the room all froze in astonishment.
Wasn't today the birthday of the Wang Household's venerable patriarch?
Why was their own master instead beside himself with joy and taking such special care?
After laughing for a while, Huang Yulang turned toward a maid, straightened his back, and asked with his head held high:
"Does your master look imposing today?"
The maid hurriedly bent her knees in a curtsey, her voice as soft and lovely as an oriole's song, filled with earnest flattery:
"Master has always been wise and mighty. Today, your bearing is even grander. Your heroic spirit truly soars to the heavens!"
That compliment seemed to