Under such circumstances, does the capital still have room for any grand banquet?
Yun Luo expressed a little doubt.
Jun Wuchen said calmly: "Don't worry about that."
"What should I say?" Yun Luo looked at him.
"It's just a banquet. The situation in the capital will not affect the palace."
Jun Wuchen explained: "The real highlight is after the banquet."
Yun Luo seemed to understand, and looked at him blankly.
This expression was rare and cute, and the corners of Jun Wuchen's mouth turned up slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.
"Don't be impatient, you will know later."
Yun Luo had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart.
When they arrived at the Imperial Study Room, Emperor Cangyun was already waiting for them.
The atmosphere in the huge imperial study room was solemn. All the palace attendants were sent out. Only Emperor Cangyun sat behind the huge desk, with his head slightly lowered and his expression gloomy.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Emperor Cangyun raised his head, and when he saw the two people walking hand in hand, his frown relaxed.
"Wuchen, Girl Yun, you are here." Emperor Cangyun's tone seemed a little tired.
Jun Wuchen stepped forward, "Father called me urgently, why?"
Although he already knew it, Emperor Cangyun was his father after all, and he still had to have the respect he deserved.
"What else could it be because of? In front of me, there is no need for these polite words." Emperor Cangyun was too lazy to say more. He picked up a greeting card on the table and threw it to Jun Wuchen.
"You take a look first and then talk."
Jun Wuchen was not polite. He raised his hand to receive the greeting card and quickly scanned it. A coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Yun Luo stood next to him. Seeing that Emperor Cangyun didn't hide his intention, he naturally turned his head and looked at it with Jun Wuchen.
The style of the greeting card is very exquisite and luxurious.
The snow-white cloud paper and gold pattern edging fully show the style of the sect.
Three extremely fine dark patterns are faintly visible on the paper, representing the two sects and one palace.
Among them, the sect totem of Qingyun Sect is a soaring sword light with extraordinary momentum.
Xianle Palace is an exquisite Yaoqin, surrounded by auspicious clouds, with an elegant and fairy atmosphere.
The most interesting pattern of the Chongyun Sect is that two swords are intertwined, one of which shoots straight into the sky, and the other passes across the sky, cutting the first one in half, with murderous intent like a rainbow.
It is not difficult to see the differences and meanings of the three sects from the sect totems.
Qingyun Sect has the longest history, and the sect is best at swordsmanship. It can break through ten thousand paths with one sword, and its natural momentum is like a rainbow.
The Xianle Palace focuses on music, and the totem is surrounded by auspicious clouds with musical instruments, which is very appropriate.
As for their other skill of elixir, it was not shown.
As for the Chongyun Sect, it has the worst foundation and the most complicated origins among the three major sects.
It is said that the Chongyun Sect originally split from the Qingyun Sect and was equally good at swordsmanship. It has been at odds with the Qingyun Sect for many years. The disciples of the two sects disliked each other, and they were like fire and water. There were many unexplainable grudges in private. The relationship between these two sects is very subtle. They seem to be allies but are hostile to each other, so even the totems of Chongyun Sect are very targeted——
The two sword lights collided with each other.
One path appeared out of nowhere and severely cut off the other path. The meaning is self-evident.
Yun Luo had never seen these totems before, so he couldn't help but look at them a few more times, and then his eyes fell on the content of the invitation. He narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"Is this a letter of challenge to us in the name of paying homage?"