"Disciple, how could I not know that the Beizhou barbarians have the ambition of wolves and are indeed ungrateful scoundrels? However, if this plan succeeds, not only will your Master Mingyu be in contention for one of the ten true transmission positions in the Black Lotus Hall, but we could also gain favor with the Zhao Family and marry their legitimate daughter.
By then, with the Zhao Family's resources, not only are we likely to form a First-Grade Dao Pill, but we might also aspire to become a True Monarch.
And as for me, your master, I will also rise with the tide, and upon returning to the Black Lotus Hall, at worst, I might still secure a leisurely elder position."
Chen Ping's perspective shifted, discovering that he was possessing Shui Wuyan's body.
Before he could take in his surroundings, he saw a middle-aged man in a black robe with a shaved head before him.
This person's features were deeply carved, with a high nose and wide mouth, giving him an imposing presence.
