On this day, the weather was exceptionally fine.
On the fertile great plains, the sky was clear and cloudless, as countless beastmen stood atop this newly erected majestic Royal City, watching a handsome and commanding beastman ascend step by step the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, arriving at the highest platform of the entire Royal City.
There, robed in white, the Great Priest Wu Luo held the Scepter in hand, smiling as he watched Ovis approach.
"Lord Wu Luo," he said with a smile, looking at the female beast he desired.
But Gu Shengyin, uncharacteristically, bent at the waist for the first time in her high priestess' dignity: "Your Majesty Ovis."
Her curtsy at this moment was tantamount to acknowledging before all the beastmen that the royal authority was above that of the high priest.
Ovis felt a warmth around his eyes; he wanted to step forward to stop her, to prevent her from bending, for he couldn't bear to see her slighted.
But he could not.