"King Xia? I wonder if he chose the title himself or... the Crown Prince?"
"Either way, the title is a bit too presumptuous, even for a prince, he's only a great cultivator, how can he claim the title of King Xia?"
"King Xia... haha..."
"Can he bear the pressure that this title represents?"
At the banquet, although no one spoke, private exchanges through divine thought were incessant.
The guests were outwardly courteous to the newly titled King Xia, the Seventeenth Prince, and seemingly had no objections to the title. But in their private communications, they were far from polite.
After all, the exchange of divine thought leaves behind no evidence, so what's there to fear in speaking one's mind?
At the banquet, the princes and princesses showed little reaction.
That day in front of Di Hong Palace square, many of the princes and princesses had witnessed Lin Yue dealing with Wei Tianxian and had their suspicions.
"Big brother, you have caused me quite a problem."
