Qingyi stood beside Rouxi and Rou'er, his gaze sweeping the room disinterestedly while his adoptive mother and future bride discussed the upcoming wedding.
"Ah... I haven't even agreed to anything yet, but you two already have such grand plans..."
A dignified, noble voice echoed behind them. The three turned as one, their eyes landing on the sect leader.
To their surprise, a man of peculiar appearance stood at his side, clearly not human despite bearing many human features. Those features blended seamlessly with traits resembling a raven's.
Feathers black as pitch sprouted from parts of his face and neck, while his dark eyes glead with a sharp intelligence.
"Father... who is this?"
Rou'er's eyes narrowed with suspicion, and the sect leader let out a light laugh.
"He is an elder of the Myriad Beasts Sect, and he's here to discuss the marriage between Long Qingyi and the young lady of their sect."
His gaze fell upon the young dragon, who let out a resigned sigh.
Bai Hu Lie really seed quite eager to have him as a brother-in-law.
Rising to his feet, Qingyi offered a formal bow.
"Greetings, Sect Leader. Greetings, Elder… I, honestly, would like to be able to et her before we proceed any further with anything. My friendship with Bai Hu Lie is great, but…"
"Oh, hahaha, don't worry, young man. Our young lady is a great beauty and won't disappoint you."
That wasn't Qingyi's concern. He simply didn't want a wife with bad traits.
The raven-featured elder chuckled, giving Qingyi a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Besides, both our sect leader and she, as well as your sect leader, have already agreed, so we're just getting ready to set the date."
"Ah… could it be a double wedding?"
Rou'er asked excitedly, then paused as she rembered Xue Hua and another woman.
"No, a quadruple wedding! We can wait until Big Brother Qingyi goes to the central region so he can also take Big Sister Ma as his wife!"
Old Ma Zhenwu, sitting not far away, nearly spat out his tea.
He was far too powerful to suffer sothing as trivial as a heart attack, yet his face still paled, and his hand rose instinctively to his chest.
Destiny.
Oh, cruel destiny!
Why had he gone and made that damned promise?
No… why had the heavens taken that promise seriously? It was just a silly joke from an old man who was sure he was going to die!
Ma Zhenwu looked at the sect leader with pleading eyes, relief flooding his face as the older man rejected the idea.
"We can't wait that long for the Ma young lady, but I can speak with the Grand Elder of the Cosmic Void Sect. It would be a great opportunity to deepen the relationship between our three sects."
The only thing that unsettled Ma Zhenwu was that the sect leader hadn't even refused the idea of Qingyi winning over his granddaughter—no…
He spoke as if it were simply a matter of ti!
A look of betrayal took hold of Ma Zhenwu's face.
The man he had believed to be his friend…
Trust was, in fact, an ungrateful woman—one who kisses and embraces you, then robs you, and kills you.
In the end, Ma Zhenwu rely sighed, turning his attention back to the arena.
"We can talk about these boring things later. For now, let's focus on the young talents."
The sect leader settled down next to his adopted daughter, signaling for the elder of the Myriad Beasts Sect to take the empty seat between him and Zhenwu.
As for Guo Tianhao, the sect leader had practically forgotten him entirely.
Discussions with the Guo family had stalled, and in the end, Guo Tianhao was no longer regarded as the savior of the Cosmic Dawn Sect's new generation.
Now they had a young man of good character, with no ties to any other power, who, while still in the Celestial Ascension Realm, had already been granted the title of Supre Emperor.
Both the Myriad Beasts Sect and the Cosmic Void Sect were more than willing to form alliances with the Cosmic Dawn Sect just to maintain a good relationship with this genius.
This made clear the value of Long Qingyi, the Supre Emperor of the Ten Thousand Blades.
The proudest of them all was, comically enough, Elder Shen of the Recruitnt Pavilion.
He couldn't stop showing off to his peers, recounting the legendary selection process in which he had recruited Long Qingyi.
Of course, with such exaggerations that it sounded like a fantasy tale.
With a light sigh, the leader of the Cosmic Dawn Sect rose to his feet, the sleeve of his robe flowing gracefully with the movent.
"Today is a great day for all of us."
He smiled, waving to the dozens of young talents gathered there.
"Every ten years, we hold this grand banquet to celebrate the new generation, and this year I couldn't be happier."
"We have the finest wine, the finest at, the most beautiful won, and, of course, the most talented geniuses of the past thousand years."
He raised his cup of liquor, the amber liquid catching the warm light of the hall.
"May the heavens bless the sect for the next hundred thousand years, and the next million as well!"
Every guest repeated the gesture, cups rising into the air in unison. Soon after, however, the sect leader's face fell into a frown, and Rouxi's did the sa.
A strong murderous intent, insignificant in the face of him and Rouxi, swept through the room as the angry figure of Guo Tianhao revealed himself.
A piercing silence fell over the hall. Conversations died mid-word, heads turning toward the intruder.
There was an ancient tradition within the Cosmic Dawn Sect.
Sacred duels for honor.
As long as another's honor had been damaged and their power was recognized as equal, such duels could be requested, and not even the sect leader could prevent them, not without sacrificing the sect's respect for its own traditions.
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