Bai Taipu was in high spirits.
The first two times they moved against Chu Qing, he had wanted to volunteer himself.
The result:
Sima Fengchang and Grand Judge Zhuge had beaten him to it.
At the time, he had been furious.
Why?
They were all among the Nine Ministers, so why did they get to rush after a weakling and steal the limelight?
Then:
Before long, he received news that Grand Judge Zhuge and Sima Fengchang had failed.
Grand Judge Zhuge's household had even been wiped out by a bunch of hotheaded youngsters.
Sima Fengchang had also been reprimanded by the prince.
The prince rarely reprimanded anyone.
But that time, he had reprimanded Sima Fengchang.
That pleased him.
"If I had been allowed to act sooner, that Chu Qing would have died long ago. Why would we have had to wait until now?"
"And we even lost one of my Lineage's New Realm experts?"
Whenever he thought of Bai Wu's death, his heart twisted like knives.
Bai Wu was quite strong, a pillar of the Lineage.
Ordinarily, he should have died in some struggle over a dao lineage, or while fighting for the Lineage's interests.
At the very least, he should have perished in the Millennial Tribulation.
For decades, nothing had happened to him.
The result:
Something happened when he went to recruit Chu Qing.
It pained him deeply.
At dawn:
Bai Taipu rode a lavish carriage straight toward the source of the Liuli River.
Chariots followed closely behind.
The people on those chariots held long spears and javelins, clad in heavy black-gold armor. Though its defense was inferior to full-body armor, even divine weapons needed three to five strikes to cleave it apart.
Every person on the chariots was a God-Serving Follower wearing several human skins.
Their strength was