Led by numerous powerful figures below, the two sons of the sect master candidates stepped forward to begin the ritual of paying respects to the ancestral founder.
Hu Sheng, who had only recently reached adulthood, held an oversized incense stick, his body swaying precariously.
On the other hand, the young man with sharp brows and bright eyes stood nearby, exuding an extraordinary presence. His face bore an arrogant expression as he cast a fleeting glance at Hu Sheng.
His eyes were filled with disdain!
"Hmph, even if you were once the mighty Holy Son, what of it? In this era, everything has changed."
In his heart, Xinghui sneered coldly. He envisioned what was to come and imagined himself ascending to the highest position in the Star Palace, unable to suppress the smugness spilling onto his face.
Victory was certain today!
