Chapter 667.1: Without Him - Part1
To be precise, the last time so many cultivators arrived in the Divine Capital was during the Myriad Willow Convention. At that time, the Great Liang Dynasty had won first place in both the literary and martial examinations, which solidified the Great Liang Dynasty's attitude toward foreign lands for these past years.
However, in matters of the world, when the moon is full, it wanes; when the water is full, it overflows. It seemed that at this moment, the Great Liang was destined to decline like the setting sun, gradually falling.
The cultivators were arranged by the Ministry of Rites at the guest house for foreign cultivators, not far from the Heavenly Imperial Institution. Speaking of which, since the last time when the chairman of the Heavenly Imperial Institution died that night in the Imperial City, the Great Liang Emperor had not appointed a new chairman. The position remained vacant, and it was still being temporarily filled by a vice-chairman.
In truth, everyone could see that the Heavenly Imperial Institution's Chairman was a spy hiding within Great Liang. Now that he had been exposed, the Great Liang's trust in the Heavenly Imperial Institution had reached its lowest point. Coupled with the warden faction being highly favored, the standoff between the two sides from earlier years was no more. Fortunately, the Great Liang Dynasty was now in turmoil, unable to handle foreign lands as it had when the Great Liang Emperor was still around, so it was possible that the Heavenly Imperial Institution's role might once again become important in the future.
After recognizing this point, the numerous officials of the Heavenly Imperial Institution finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If they were to lose their foothold in Great Liang, it would be an unacceptable outcome for them.
In the guest house, the daoists from the Infatuation Daoist Temple were assigned to a refined and elegant small building, a courtesy extended by the Great Liang Dynasty to honor this leader of Daoism.
Daoist Zhenye pushed open the door and stepped out, standing on the second-floor corridor. He looked at tonight's bright moon with an indifferent expression.
Not long after, another middle-aged daoist slowly ascended from the first floor. Upon reaching the second floor, he leaned against the railing, his fingers unconsciously tapping it, while he lifted his head to look at the night sky. The bright moon hung silently in the heavens.