The main hall was in a clamorous, unseemly uproar.
Lu Mingyuan knew he couldn't just stand by. He channeled his energy to project his voice.
"Everyone, hear me!"
His voice boomed like thunder from the Nine Heavens, and the might of a Martial Saint erupted from him.
The hall fell silent at once.
Lu Mingyuan had now grown into a figure they were forced to take seriously.
A Martial Saint.
It was a title that held immense weight throughout the entire Central Plains World.
The Human Race hadn't produced a Martial Saint for several hundred years.
His status was impossible to disregard.
Lu Mingyuan's gaze swept across the hall, passing over each and every face. With piercing eyes, he said:
"I thank all of you from the Immortal Families for taking time from your busy schedules to visit my Great Yan. However, regarding the matter of the Princess choosing a sect, I believe it is far too early to discuss. Right now, she is merely an infant, only two days old."
