"Of course. Zi Zhen and Little Fish aren't here, and no one's jealous of you. Since you can't stay in the Divine Tomb Cult, joining the Primordial Imperial Army, which competes with them, is just right." Xianxian curled her lips.
"The only thing to watch out for is Madam Meixing's hundred-thousand Nebula Sacrifice bounty. It'll very likely spread here," Yinghuo chuckled.
White Night said gloomily, "Not a big problem. I've read the military regulations. First, all forms of fighting are forbidden aboard the Mechadragon. Second, the state has its laws, and the army has its rules. Within the Primordial Imperial Army, Little Li is protected by military law. So long as you don't take the initiative to violate those rules, or let someone frame you, pin a label on you, or seize some leverage, other imperial soldiers can't openly kill you in public."
That was also why Li Tianming, unable to enter the Divine Tomb Cult, had chosen to become an Xuanting imperial soldier. At least in public, he was protected by military regulations.
Although Lin Xiaoxiao was a talented disciple of the Divine Tomb Cult, the place where she had met disaster was a private banquet hosted by the Northern Suppression Star King. In such a setting, someone could be killed without anyone even knowing. And without a background, no one would pursue the Northern Suppression Star King's responsibility.
Of course, this lesson applied to Li Tianming as well. Rules were rules, but there would always be people standing above them. What he needed to do was remain cautious, use the rules flexibly, protect himself, and fight for benefits.
Taking all these reasons together, Li Tianming immediately decided to head for District Thirty-Eight!
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
At that moment, Primordial Imperial Army warriors in black heavy imperial armor were