Prince Cheng Mansion, Star-picking Platform.
The Twelfth Prince, for once, was not reading a book. Instead, he sat atop the thousand-foot-high Star-picking Platform, facing the night of Di Hong City, his eyes gently closed. He listened quietly to the myriad human voices within the city, feeling the shifts in people's hearts on this special night.
This was his method of cultivation.
The Heart Poison targeted the depths of one's soul, and thus he needed to understand all beings.
"Your Highness."
An emaciated old man appeared behind the Twelfth Prince, speaking with some urgency, "Your Highness, something significant has happened. Marquis Dingyuan just sent word that the bloodline legacy mark he left in his heir's body has dissipated, and the next Marquis Dingyuan is dead. Moreover, the Wind Monarch's wind spirit avatar in the mansion also dissipated just now! It seems they might have been..."
