Lingyun Sacred Land, Lingyun Hall.
Since the War of the Holy Sons had ended, Jiang Zhencang had remained stationed with the Changning Wang Clan year-round. Lingyun Sacred Land's affairs had long since been gradually handed over to Wang Liyao. Thus, the current Lingyun Sacred Land was entirely under Wang Liyao's command.
At this moment.
The monthly summary meeting was being held in the hall.
The peak masters, hall masters, and pavilion masters of Lingyun Sacred Land's various lineages sat in their grandmaster chairs, spirit fruits and pastries placed beside them and teacups in hand. As they drank tea, they reported on their respective peaks' recent circumstances.
At the seat of honor, a woman in azure robes sat upright in her grandmaster chair, attentively listening to their reports.
She looked quite young, yet her bearing was already steady and commanding. A faint authority forged through long years in a position of power rested between her brows and eyes.
This woman was naturally Wang Shouzhe's eldest daughter, Wang Liyao.
Every head of the various peaks and halls present was a Divine Ability Realm True Person.
To members of ordinary aristocratic clans, they were immortals high among the clouds, beings one might not encounter even once in an entire lifetime.
Yet at this moment, these lofty Divine Ability True Persons were respectfully reporting to the "Little Holy Lord," Wang Liyao, and awaiting her instructions for the next step.
There were three reasons why they treated Wang Liyao with such respect.
First was her status as Little Holy Lord. With Jiang Zhencang gradually withdrawing from the stage of history and relinquishing power, Wang Liyao was Lingyun Sacred Land's leader.
Second, Wang Liyao's bloodline aptitude was simply too high.
After inheriting the Lingyun Codex, her bloodline talent had already risen to lower Grade C among