When Su Chen heard the news, he was dressed in a straw cloak and fishing in the moat. He fell silent for a very long time.
That night.
He gripped the fishing rod tightly, his mind in turmoil. The voice of his Heart Demon, once quiet, erupted into a chaotic clamor.
"Throughout history."
"To secure the throne, one must eliminate powerful officials and their factions. It has been this way for every dynasty."
"This blade is meant for you, too!"
"He wants to make you, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, a laughingstock and turn completely against you! The Celestial Family is ruthless, and the Emperor even more so. This is the real Jie. He can be the Liang People's Emperor Jie, or he can be the Zhou People's Emperor Jie..."
The Flame Emperor, a phantom of his Heart Demon, laughed.
Su Chen knew.
Relying solely on the loyalty of the Liang People, with only half of the Dynasty's providence, could at most elevate him to a High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal.
