"That happened a long time ago, back when the Mystic Sect was not yet established, and the Immortal Dynasty was flourishing like the sun at noon. An Immortal Emperor had a sudden whim and asked Tai City Temple to cast a divination, questioning which family would one day replace the clan and inherit the Heavenly Destiny."
Wang Xunzhi paused, took a sip of tea.
Chen Xuantian, no fool himself, looked at the pile of corpses outside the tent, stacked into a hill resembling the heads of Capital Officials, the Vermilion Bird Flag reduced to ashes, and the battlefield where five hundred Elite Cavalry launched a night raid to massacre two thousand private soldiers. He slowly nodded, pouring tea and water for him,
"I see. Thank you, Wang Yuan, for speaking frankly."
