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The Nine Spirits Hall lay between the Inner and Outer Halls and had always been the place in Yan City where significant matters were deliberated. The people from Huang City were welcomed into the Nine Spirits Hall, and when Beiting Huang and Yan Ye arrived, the hall was bustling with excitement. The people from Huang City, led by Nan Ling, were happily engaging in conversations with the people from Yan City, led by the Great Elder.

“Teacher, Grandpa!”

Beiting Huang’s voice had entered the room before she did. The entire Nine Spirits Hall fell silent at the sound of her voice. The people from Huang City, upon hearing Beiting Huang, couldn’t contain their excitement and stood up, not moving until Beiting Huang’s figure floated into the hall.

As their gazes met for a couple of breaths, Nan Ling and the others couldn’t hide their excitement. After etching Beiting Huang’s figure deeply into their minds, Nan Ling led the others in paying their respects, “We greet the Big Boss!”

The people from Yan City also paid a grand tribute to Beiting Huang at the same time.

If the people of the Central Continent witnessed this scene, it would certainly have caused a huge uproar. Yan City had always been held in high esteem, its existence revered throughout the entire Central Continent. Even though Beiting Huang was the master of Huang City and Big Boss of the Alliance Empire, he shouldn’t have been shown such deep respect by Yan City.

Such honor was only fitting when paid to one’s own master.

But at that moment, following the people of Huang City, the people from Yan City did just that. It was an astonishing sight. Even Nan Ling and the others couldn’t understand it. Even if Beiting Huang and Yan Ye shared a special relationship, regardless of its nature, wasn’t Beiting Huang a man? Shouldn’t their relationship, if it were of the kind shared between men, be kept discreet?

Could it be that the two were preparing to make their relationship public?

At that time, Beiting Huang was dressed in a red robe identical to Yan Ye’s. His head was tied with a simple red cord into a ponytail, his youthful appearance stunningly beautiful, androgynous to the eye.

Putting aside all their speculations, only Beiting Huang’s voice was heard in the hall, “No need for formalities. Teacher, Grandpa, please stand. Grandpa Nangong, Grandpa Dongfang, Grandpa Ximen, and Big Brother, you all don’t need to do this.”

Everyone knew that Beiting Huang didn’t want to distance themselves with formalities. After the necessary respects were paid, they gathered around Beiting Huang. Only Nan Ling and the four Venerables, those of high status and authority, were mindful of proper decorum and solemnly paid their respects to Yan Ye.

After all, no matter how close their relationship, the Alliance Empire and Yan City remained two distinct forces. The proper decorum between powers still had to be observed.

While Beiting Huang was jesting with the younger generation, Yan Ye had already taken his seat at the head of the table. Nan Ling and the four Venerables exchanged pleasantries with the Yan City high-ranking officials, creating a very congenial atmosphere in the Nine Spirits Hall.

Seeing Beiting Huang’s rare smile, Yan Ye’s mood also lifted. His hand resting on the armrest, his fingers occasionally tapping, his purple pupils intensely fixed on Beiting Huang, changed the usually cold and unstoppable domineering air about him, making him seem somewhat more relatable.

“Teacher, Grandpa, I’ve seen the footage of Huang City’s destruction. If Ming dares to come to Yan City, I will slay him right here, not letting him live a second longer,” Beiting Huang declared in the midst of the great hall, his dark eyes filled with sorrow and rage. Earlier, Dongfang Jiao spoke of the progress of New Huang City, and it made Beiting Huang involuntarily remember the moment when Huang City was destroyed by Ming.