Joy filled Hanyang Prefecture!
Red silk banners stretched for ten li. A running feast extended from Duke's Mansion all the way to Mud Bottle Street. The festive sounds of pipes, strings, and singing had not ceased since morning.
Huang Yulang had long since been dressed by his attentive servants. He wore a magnificent brocade robe embroidered with gold thread, a white jade crown on his head, and a Tiger Pattern Belt at his waist.
In his entire life, aside from his wedding day and the day he took over the Huang Family from his father, he had never been dressed so grandly.
Huang Yulang gazed at his reflection, elated and full of ambition. He murmured to himself:
'They will ask, "Who is this new True Master?" And the answer will be... Huang. If this succeeds, the Lujiang Huang Clan will no longer be some subservient Fifth-Grade Clan. We will be an Upper-Class Dao Race, producing Foundation Establishment cultivators for generations and ruling over a nation!'
