Seeing Qin Qingxuan remain silent, Wang Chen smiled calmly.
"Miss Qin, we have known each other for many years. If you have something to say, please speak frankly."
Although Yuhua Sword Manor, represented by Qin Qingxuan, was a reclusive sect, it possessed deep connections in the mortal world and a formidable network of hidden influence.
Throughout West Liang's rise, Qin Qingxuan and Yuhua Sword Manor had provided considerable assistance.
Wang Chen had always remembered these favors.
The confusion in Qin Qingxuan's eyes dissipated. She nodded and asked, "National Preceptor, may I ask whether West Liang's ambition lies in the world?"
Although West Liang had always proclaimed that it sought to drive out the rebel emperor and restore Great Liang, this true disciple of Yuhua Sword Manor believed that West Liang's ambitions were by no means limited to that.
Wang Chen answered frankly, "Yes."
There was nothing to hide. West Liang's great momentum had now taken shape, and its next step would inevitably be to sweep across the entire realm.
Of course, with the vastness of the Cangqing Realm, such a grand goal could not be accomplished in merely three to five years.
"Then that is good."
Qin Qingxuan seemed to have cast off a heavy burden, yet also seemed to have made up her mind. She immediately rose and curtsied deeply to Wang Chen. "Yuhua Sword Manor is willing to follow in the National Preceptor's wake and serve West Liang in its struggle for the world, with the loyalty of a dog and horse!"
Wang Chen's gaze flickered. He reached out to help her up. "Is Yuhua Sword Manor preparing to emerge from seclusion?"
Qin Qingxuan rose and replied, "Yes."
Yuhua Sword Manor had concealed itself from the world in preparation for entering it. For centuries, they had sought a