When no objections were raised, Lan Yujin placed the Clan Head's Mantle on Mark's shoulders, a heavy, intricately embroidered robe that symbolized the weight of leadership.
"You are the Clan Head," Lan Yujin said. "Do you accept this position?"
Mark's voice rang clear and strong as he answered, "I do."
Lan Yujin nodded, and the crowd erupted in a slow, steady applause as the final step of the coronation ceremony concluded.
As the ceremony was coming to an end, a figure stood at the far end of the courtyard, wearing the unmistakable garb of the Imperial Envoy. The familiar figure had arrived earlier and had watched the entire ceremony in silence.
Mark's eyes flickered over to the envoy, glancing at the scroll in his hand. It became obvious to Mark that the Imperial Palace indeed decided to invite him formally.
As the final applause died down, the Imperial Envoy stepped forward as Mark expected. His movements were graceful and controlled as he approached Mark, bowing deeply.
