"..."
Tian Yuan's expression darkened for a moment, but he remained solemn, showing no sign of wavering. "Indeed, without a court audience, one cannot step before the throne.
However, gaining access to the temple is not limited to just one method."
For a moment, as everyone watched in shock, he smiled slightly.
"Rest assured, ladies and gentlemen, my Wuyou lineage has prepared for this day for centuries, leaving no possibility for oversight.
As for the method, just cooperate with me, and I guarantee the contract will be fulfilled—after obtaining the Heirloom Seal, everything else in the temple will be yours!"
"Well said." The sage plucked a flower and smiled.
Everyone seemed to be all smiles, full of anticipation.
It is unclear how much time passed, but in the increasingly hurried retrospection of Tian Yuan, the palace lanterns' glow gradually dimmed. Fortunately, just before they were completely extinguished, the external storm of darkness finally ceased.
