"Indeed."
Xuan Mingyu smiled harmoniously, looking at An Jing, speaking sincerely, "You see, I cannot control the civil and military ministers, nor the families. They cause havoc in the world, and I am very troubled by it."
"Of course, I have my own plans, but I can honestly tell you, it's mainly for freedom."
"If you became Emperor, I could spend the rest of my life never setting foot in the North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, or even in the Ten Continents, just wandering as a lonely spirit in the Heavenly Sea."
When mentioning the four words 'lonely spirit', Xuan Mingyu couldn't suppress his pleasure, and laughed heartily - as if being a lonely spirit was not a penalty or sacrifice, but a perfect reward.
Simply so carefree, simply so joyful.
As if he had cast aside a heavy burden, a messy situation.
Why would he oppose An Jing?
No enemies.
