The Red-Haired Ghost Saint with two horns atop his head said nothing.
The first person he thought of was the emperor of the imperial court in the Land of Divine Prohibition.
This dynasty was called Great Qi.
The Yuan clan of Great Qi.
Naturally, the ruler of a dynasty wielded greater authority.
Tu Shan Jun did not want to control the entire Land of Divine Prohibition through the emperor. That would make his target far too conspicuous.
He merely wanted to carve out a plot of land on West Mountain outside the capital and plant trees.
However, since it was the heart of the dynasty, it had surely long been infiltrated until it resembled a sieve. Perhaps even the Yuan clan had been propped up by those behind the scenes to control the land of Divine Prohibition.
Great Qi ruled the court, while the Tower of All Under Heaven ruled the martial world.
With both prongs employed, the stability of the Land of Divine Prohibition could naturally be ensured.
If the Yuan clan was also like the Tower of All Under Heaven, then seeking them out would undoubtedly expose Tu Shan Jun beneath the eyes of those behind the scenes.
He turned back to look at West Mountain, black as iron.
Without the imperial court's assistance, it would be impossible to acquire such a vast tract of land in the heart of the capital.
The monarch attracted too much attention. Those idle princes should possess certain privileges without drawing notice. Rather than directly seeking out the emperor of Great Qi, it would be better to ask who held the deed to West Mountain near Wannin County outside the city, then make plans for constructing a garden formation and planting trees.
"Do you know who holds the deed to West Mountain?"