Three days later.
The weather was mild and the sky clear.
Outside Jiangzhou Prefecture City, rows of armored soldiers stood solemnly according to their rank, looking at an earthen altar in front of them.
This altar and high platform were hastily constructed and looked quite crude, lacking in ceremony—because 'ritual' was the domain of Confucian scholars.
Scarcely any Confucian scholars had defected to their regime, so there was no one to oversee the rites, and many things had to be done in a makeshift manner.
Poison Dragon Child was also helpless, forced to make do as he went along, so the Temple of Heaven took on many characteristics of the Daoism Family.
Among the onlooking crowd, some Confucian scholars dressed in scholar's robes and wearing blue headbands chuckled to themselves: "The so-called chaotic time's grassroot king, a monkey simply crowned, is none other than this... How inappropriate to the rites!"
