"How, how could this happen?"
Yang Kun sat on the ground with a butt drop, his face a mix of dejection and disbelief.
He had prepared for this moment for far too long!
And he had gone to extreme lengths.
He had even begged Xiao Tianjiao for this Silver-Winged Sword Dragon, all so he could stand out during the ancestral ceremony and thus defeat Yang Ling to capture the position of Crown Prince.
But now...
From the initial struggle for the first offering to the current literary tribute.
He had been at a disadvantage all along!
The reason for all this was the man standing on the altar before him, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the sacrificial scepter, looking down on him with a commanding presence; it was Xiao Yi. This youth who had never been taken seriously by him had now become the biggest obstacle on his path to the Crown Prince's position.
