Ling Tianyu, clad in a dragon robe, stood before the Dragon Throne, looking at this so-called royal seat with no trace of emotion in his heart. If his fiancée were present today, she would be the exalted Holy Lady.
Unfortunately, she was taken away to join her ancestors.
Ling Tianyu flicked his sleeves and took his seat. His sharply contoured face gave off the impression of a tough, extraordinary man.
The Second Elder and others all knelt down to pay their respects, shouting, "Long live, long live, long live!"
The ceremony was cumbersome but straightforward. After its conclusion around noon, Ling Tianyu entrusted all affairs to the Second Elder, telling him to manage things while focusing on increasing his power. Then, he returned to the City.
While others yearned for his position, he had no interest in it whatsoever—it was simply not his ambition.
