What will be the reaction of this group of so-called royal families who are intoxicated with illusory power?

I really want to know.

In fact, as the body and soul become stronger and stronger.

Deep down in Mu Cang's heart, he could no longer regard these mortals who were easily broken as his own kind.

Now, he regards everything in front of him as a worldly game.

When one day you get tired of playing, just destroy it.

At this time, Emperor Xia, who was supported by the imperial attendants from the inner hall, slowly sat on the dragon chair.

The old emperor raised his hand and patted it gently.

"Bah bang bang~"

Suddenly, the entire Zhaoyang Palace became quiet.

The princes and princesses all walked to their square tables and sat down quietly.

Many palace servants started to serve the dishes quickly.

Everyone’s square table was quickly filled with all kinds of exquisite dishes.

Emperor Xia, who was located at the head of the palace, said leisurely:

"I have summoned you here this time. Actually, there is nothing else but to...elect the prince."

As soon as these words came out.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire hall changed suddenly.

Marquis Zunshuo, Marquis Wuan, and Marquis Xuanping were all shocked, and their pupils shone brightly.

The fourth and sixth princes, who were just dawdling around, could not help but stiffen their hands and feet, and their eyes slightly showed yearning.

Only a few princesses were calmer, but their eyes quickly glanced at the princes.

Quietly glancing at Mu Cang, whose expression remained unchanged throughout the process, Emperor Xia turned his head and said softly:

"Jing regret, you can start."

Monk Jinghui, still wearing a black cassock, quietly walked out from behind.

First, he bent down and clasped his hands towards the old emperor.

Then he turned around and looked at all the princes present.

His gaze vaguely transcended them and looked to a more distant place.

"Let me explain."

Emperor Xia looked indifferent, "You all know about the spiritual energy recovery, right?

Nowadays, times have begun to change, and the old rules and orders may no longer be suitable for the new era.

Therefore, I want to choose a prince who is most suitable for the new era."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he continued:

"The person next to me is Master Jinghui, the person with the highest fortune-telling skills in the entire Great Xia..."

After briefly describing Jinghui’s abilities, Emperor Xia said:

"So this time, it will be up to him to give you instructions and criticism.

I will choose the most suitable candidate for the crown prince based on the comments."

Wow~~

All the princes and princes were immediately shocked.

Although the table is filled with delicious food, no one puts their mind on it.

They all looked at Monk Jinghui who was walking slowly with bright eyes.

"Amitabha~"

Jinghui clasped his hands together, walked to the Sixth Prince's table first, slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, and stared at him expressionlessly.

The sixth prince was so frightened by the old monk's gaze that he couldn't help but murmured: "Master, I, I..."

Jing Hui's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and substantial mental fluctuations instantly filled the entire Zhaoyang Hall.

Then, the old monk took up the afterimages with his hands and made seals one after another. At the same time, he began to recite mysterious and unspeakable mantras.

These mantras sound solemn and ancient, mysterious and terrifying.

With every mantra he spoke, the air seemed to be trapped, making people breathless.

But the princes and princesses sitting around clearly didn't understand.

But I feel that the meaning of words and sentences is arrogantly entering my mind.

The general idea is: at the cost of life, pray to heaven to gain the power to see your destiny clearly.
Chapter completed!