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“Not necessarily,” Li Qingge demurred. “My king despises stale convention. The one who finally rises to the post of state preceptor might owe it neither to seniority nor to patronage, but to youth and ability. That’s why I said Fan Ke and Yan Lixin hold the advantage. Especially Yan Lixin, who founded his own Daoist sect, the Dawncloud Sect, in his early twenties, and became the leader of the Southeastern Daoist Alliance at thirty-one. His reputation and talent are as bright as the sun at high noon.”
He Chunhua made a low sound of admiration before adding, “Even so, it won’t be easy for him to become state preceptor, will it?”
“Of course. The seat of state preceptor is never won lightly. Fan Ke is already pressing him down. The senior ministers in court object as well, saying he’s too young to steward the fortune of an entire realm. The other two state preceptors are, after all, each well past fifty.” Li Qingge set down her teacup. “But enough of politics. Today is an auspicious day as it’s today that Young Master He draws his blade. Let’s go take a look.”
He Lingchuan had just managed two hot sips before he stood. “Of course.”
Li Fubo was already waiting outside.
It was the first time He Lingchuan’s residence had received so many guests at once.
The mountain of blades had changed color entirely, now a brilliant, pure...
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