Chapter 388 A Gathering Of Talents (Part Two)
Meanwhile, a man wearing a yellow shirt stood in front of the line at the seventh prince''s formation. He
had an aristocratic bearing. His high spirits softened his dignified appearance. A peculiar and strong
odor wafted through the air wherever he was, and even from a distance of ten meters, Austin could
smell his distinctive scent.
An elegantdy in white silk at the sixth prince''s formation held a harp with a carved image of a
dancing phoenix.
Unlike the other cultivators, she was not an imposing figure.
Thisdy was well-mannered. Though it was impossible to discern from her appearance whether she
was at a high cultivation base, fighters who stood beside her dared not look her in the eye. At the fifth
prince''s formation was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with tender skin as white as
pure jade that further enhanced his striking features. His hands, white and slim, were like exquisite
works of art.
Every prince had one or two outstanding young cultivators who attracted attention because of their
distinctive temperament.
''Without a doubt, there are several cultivators from the high cultivation base who keep a low profile on
purpose to avoid being the center of attention.
It seems that Violet Orchid Empire is so rich in skills that even the Outstanding Talents Exchange
Games has assembled so many different talents at high cultivation. That means several intense
When he studied different cultivators in every prince''s formation, Austin more or less knew the
cultivation base of each fighter.
The two who were most conspicuous among crowd were respectively Michael and Philip.
What set Michael apart from all other cultivators was his body''s ability to freeze anything even several
meters away. Even the ground would be frozen when he utilized this skill. Anyone who stood beside
him would need to use all their vital energy to fight the bitter cold he emitted.
With the precious sword on his back, Philip, wearing a ck suit, looked like a judge responsible for
sentencing a sinner. His overbearing manner was a manifestation of his dismissive attitude towards his
rivals. Though still young, the mighty sword aura signified that his cultivation base was equivalent to
that of a master.
The one fighter with the ability to resist Michael''s exceptional freezing skill was Philip. With his sword
aura, he could ward off chills released from Michael''s body as it approached him.
Refusing to draw attention to themselves, Austin and Dewey stood at the corner, apart from the crowd.
Maria, who was not far from Austin, curiously peeked at him from time to time. It appeared as though
he triggered her memories.
There was still no sign of the Emperor. The royal throne remained unupied. There were two men
who sat to the left and right of the royal seat. Both looked in and showed no enthusiasm for the
event.
To the left of the throne sat an aged man. He possessed a mild spirit along with a benevolent
appearance. He wore a loose gown embroidered with a panorama of the sun, moon, mountains, and
river. At peace, he took a sip of tea. Judging from his expression, It seemed everything was under
control. Though old, he looked holy and immacte, as if he beamed sacred rays.
To his right sat a middle-aged man, who was a stalwart and figure of authority.
Neither one revealed their cultivation base, but for those who saw the two men, they only felt
admiration for them.
"Tin, the one seated to the left of the royal throne is Randy. We met him on the way," Dewey whispered.
He had seen Austin staring at the two curiously, so Dewey thought it best to identify them.
Recognition lit Austin''s face. ''It is Randy!'' he thought.
That seat, it dawned on him, was reserved for the prime minister.
Though his demeanor was always calm, and his behavior was often understated, people paid
obeisance to the prime minister with all their heart as a sign of deep respect.
Smiling, Austin couldn''t help but think, ''Randy is worthy of the position of prime minister!''
His distinctive temperament had impressed Austin, who couldn''t help but admire Randy.
"The one seated on the right side is Lord Protector General. The two are valuable assistants of the
Emperor, and responsible for his Highness," Dewey exined.
He looked at Austin who was deep in thought.
"One is a general, and the other a prime minister," Austin murmured.
The young warrior could not help but be awed. He thought, ''No wonder they look different from ordinary
people. They''re the pirs of Violet Orchid Empire.''
Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity.
A high-pitched voice from inside announced, "The Emperor is arriving!"
At that exact moment, a soft wind like a drizzle of rain kissed the entire pce. As the royal building
was enveloped by sunshine, it was more like heaven, immacte and holy.
The pce disyed unparalleled dignity and the magnificence of an empire.
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Rays of sunlight burst through the clouds. The fragrance of flowers wafted through the air, and the sky
was clear and blue.
A shadow of a giant dragon, loomed above the pce. It measured more than ten thousand meters in
length.
Meanwhile, two lines of one hundred courtdies appeared on both sides of the pce and started to
y music.
The atmosphere in the whole pce turned jubnt.
The Emperor was the Supreme Ruler. Before he walked inside, there were already signs of
auspiciousness and fortune. Golden rays of light, glowing clouds, and colorful flowers were more than
just decorations for a peaceful world.
The atmosphere became solemn as everyone turned to worship.
Finally, the Emperor, apanied by dozens of courtdies and eunuchs, showed up. He wore a
golden robe embroidered with a dragon design and a crown studded with gems.
In his magnificent clothes, the Emperor walked steadily. Footsteps echoed in the pce. Every
movement around him disyed the highest dignity for royalty.
He was the Emperor of the Violet Orchid Empire, and was called Emperor Arthur.
"Long live the king!"
The chants echoed in the pce. Everyone bowed in homage to the Emperor.
"Dear courtiers, there is no need for formality! I give little value to outward politeness," he said.
He smiled while speaking. Like a merciful God, he appeared as though ready to pardon anyone who
made a mistake before him.
But not long after, the majesty that earlier impressed people slowly ebbed. His eyes twinkled with more
dazzle than the stars, and soon, he looked as normal as everyone else, the look of authority gone, and
no sign of vital energy in his body.