The wedding banquet lasted a full three days, and for three days this small star region was ablaze with celebration. At the same time, the highest council of the Flowing-Light Dynasty met in nonstop session for three days straight.
From the Holy Emperor at the top to the earliest Saint Venerable vice-commanders, everyone gathered in the main hall to deliberate.
Naturally, the focus of their meeting was what was happening just beyond their borders—at the Dragon-Chen Legion’s encampment.
What the Dragon-Chen Legion was doing might seem trivial, but if it happened to any dynasty, it would be as humiliating as someone cursing you while sitting on your ancestors’ graves! Worse, you had to swallow the insult and pretend nothing happened.
Patrols were pulled back, reinforcements forbidden—the defense armies could only watch this pack of wolves and do nothing, forced to act as if all was well. This stifling humiliation was felt by everyone in the Flowing-Light Dynasty, from the Holy Emperor down to the common soldier.
Every face burned with shame and pain!
"Your Majesty, we can’t let Evan Chu keep this up! Losing face is one thing, but letting our dynasty lose its voice in future struggles is far worse! Maybe we can’t beat him out there, but at least we should strike back to prove we’re not cowards!"
"That’s right, Your Majesty! The laws of the Heavenly Dao keep Evan Chu from attacking our base star region, no matter how defiant he is. They’re humiliating us—we can’t just sit here and do nothing!"
"The Dynasty War is completely over. Right now, the Phantom-Star and Rivengrace Dynasties have already surrendered and pledged tribute."
That means if we clash with Evan Chu now, it’s just a personal feud—it won’t trigger a full-scale war between dynasties!
"Give the order, Your Majesty! If this goes on, the morale of our hundreds of thousands of legionaries will collapse!"
It wasn’t just the aggressive war faction—even some old veterans couldn’t hold back their anger.
But seated at the highest throne in the grand hall, the emperor—draped in yellow robes, crowned with white jade and purple gold, his presence towering—could only let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight. He simply couldn’t. Was it really fear of Evan Chu, or the Dragon-Chen Legion?
No, that wasn’t it…
"Elder Warren Wu, what’s your view?"
The Flowing-Light Holy Emperor glanced at the white-haired elder seated to his left—Warren Wu, famed as the Flowing-Light Dynasty’s number-one strategist. From the start of the three-day council, Warren hadn’t spoken a single word.
Finally, at the critical moment, the Holy Emperor asked for his opinion.
But the elder kept his eyes closed, and spoke only four words: "Hold the troops back."
His words nearly caused an uproar—several hot-blooded generals almost rushed the stage.
The elder’s cultivation was not high; he was the only Saint Lord-level advisor in the hall. Yet for years, the Holy Emperor had always treated him as an honored guest.
"So this is Elder Warren Wu’s opinion?" The Flowing-Light Holy Emperor asked helplessly, but Warren’s reply made everyone want to cough up blood.
"It’s not my opinion—it’s just that we have no choice. Waiting to die is better than marching out to die."
If the Flowing-Light Holy Emperor hadn’t acted quickly, the nearest Saint Venerable-level Throne might have slapped Warren Wu dead on the spot.
The Holy Emperor gave Warren Wu one last look and could only sigh, "Dismissed. Hold the troops back. Pretend nothing happened."
"Your Majesty!"
"No! We can’t!"
"Enough! My mind is made up!"
The Flowing-Light Holy Emperor vanished in a flash, taking Warren Wu with him—afraid if he left Warren behind, the furious generals and Thrones might tear him apart.
Three days passed. The Dragon-Chen Legion’s grand festivities finally quieted down. Guests departed, and apart from a few Mansfield Family, Star-Treasure Pavilion, and other sect and clan representatives, most dynasty envoys had already returned home to report.
Nathan Yates and Lydia Hong weren’t busy—they married, slept, became husband and wife, and vanished from public view. Two days ago, Nathan was already busy reorganizing the legion, distributing the star resources Evan Chu brought from the Mansfield Family.
Lydia Hong, meanwhile, began secretly assembling a special unit at Evan Chu’s instruction.
Evan Chu himself stayed at the banquet, relaxed and at ease, making many envious—he’s truly a Throne! With just a few words, countless experts scramble to serve him. Even Nathan Yates and Lance Li don’t command universal loyalty within Dragon-Chen, but Evan Chu does!
Such charisma isn’t something just anyone can possess.
While Evan Chu was at ease, Desmond Mansfield was already suffering a splitting headache. After the last wave of guests left, Desmond scratched his head, rubbed his ears, opened his folding fan, and with a spring breeze smile—the elegant gentleman—he could barely keep it together.
"Damn! No normal person could do this! So much information poured into my head—I thought it would explode."
"But Desmond, you still managed, didn’t you? Otherwise, my big brother wouldn’t have chosen you for this job. Besides, with my help, it was much easier for you."
As he spoke, a figure identical to Evan Chu suddenly appeared behind Desmond Mansfield. It wasn’t a person—judging by the late-stage Saint Venerable aura, it was definitely Lynton Chu.
Lynton Chu had become the core of the Chaos Trial World, and the nine elemental law avatars were now the pillars of its space. In a sense, their power was now one with Lynton Chu. At this moment, he was using the Light Transformation’s invisibility, following Desmond from the start to the end of the banquet.
It wasn’t for any other reason—Lynton Chu, with his powerful Star-soul Power, had already refined the star region beneath his feet as a ‘star’ in his perception. Although it seemed pointless, there was one thing no one could predict.
That was, during these days, every expert who passed through this star region—whether their thoughts or divine sense communications—was intercepted by Lynton Chu’s Star-soul Power and transmitted directly to Desmond Mansfield.
So, although Desmond Mansfield seemed to be calmly hosting the wedding these past days and barely left the hall, Lynton Chu could relay almost all the information to him. That’s why he complained his head was about to explode.
"Cut it out! Don’t think I don’t know—you and Evan Chu are basically the same person! You’re just a purer-minded avatar, not as cunning as the main body."
"Er… So, how did things go these past few days? I need to report the results to my big brother—let him know what we gained from all this work."
"Results, huh… How should I put it? Normally I wouldn’t dare guarantee anything, but after following Evan Chu and joining the Dragon-Chen Legion, I’ve picked up some of his arrogance. If I had to give an answer, I’d tell Evan Chu: give me some time, and I’ll weave all the intel I gathered today into a heaven-covering net."
As for how to use that net, anyone with a brain can figure it out.
Desmond Mansfield smiled mysteriously, opened his folding fan once again, and his elegant demeanor returned.