"The Sacred Land... you're referring to *that* Sacred Land?"
Yang Andao, dressed in his golden-threaded literary robe, shot up from his chair as if his seat were on fire, utterly astonished.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, an envoy from the Kylin Sacred Land has arrived!"
The steward sneered inwardly. Among the East Border's countless powers, who else besides the Kylin Sacred Land would dare call themselves a Sacred Land? Could the pressure from the Thunder Divine Court and the Wind Blossom Divine Court have driven the Sect Master mad?
"Quickly, prepare to welcome the Sacred Land's envoy!" Yang Andao hastily commanded, meticulously adjusting his splendid literary robe. Spiritual Energy converged within him; with a wave of his right hand, he dispersed the mundane dust in the air, suffusing it with a noble aura.
However, this noble aura was somewhat lacking in true righteousness.
If any great Confucian scholar were present, they would undoubtedly feel appalled.
