Loud bells and ringings came from the gate named Might, stirring excitement into the listeners.

The palace gate was formally open for the oath banquet. Expensive carriages lined up to enter. The territory lords brought princes and princesses. City lords and ancestors from the immemorial clans came as well. Then there were sect masters…

“Dracomight Lord, you are always at the Myriad Battlefield, it is rare to see you.”

“Indeed, it’s been eight thousand years since we last saw each other at Skysoarer Island, Sword Lord. I see that you’re in the grand paragon realm now with an increasingly profound sword intent, how enviable.”

“Hahaha, isn’t that the famous Rain Princess? She’s so gorgeous, no wonder why she’s top three in our dynasty. She might be searching for...