On the day I came down from the mountain, the Nine Thousand Heavenly Girl Sect disciples bowed their heads to see me off.
On the ascension platform, Master Mu Yuexian, who is known as the "last god of the Dragon Kingdom", tidied my collar in public.
"Remember, you are already the Holy Son of the Heavenly Lady Sect." Her fingertips brushed across my collarbone, and her voice was so cold that it made the sea of clouds freeze. "In our eyes, those wealthy and aristocratic families in the world, are they any different from ants?"
The senior sisters cried and stuffed my pockets with black cards that could buy a city. The younger junior sister sewed the peace charm that had been embroidered for three years into the scabbard of my sword.
"I'll leave them to you." Mu Yuexian said at last, looking at the prosperous city at the foot of the mountain, "Let the world see that the Holy Son of our Heavenly Lady Sect has returned to his throne. It's time for a change of rules in this world."
Nine thousand men in white clothes stood respectfully with their heads bowed.
