Pressing the national seal to join the alliance was easy now, but trying to leave later would be no simple matter. Once they betrayed it, one could imagine the pressure they would face.
Even Zhang Akatsuki beside her could not help getting angry. Ignoring her current weakness, he shouted in a low voice.
In any case, the more people invested, the more profit the project could make, and the higher the dancers' wages would be. Shen Fu naturally did not mind.
It was not only Wei Yancheng. Whenever the powerful families of the entire capital had nothing to do, they would compare him with Lin Ziqian.
The two exchanged opinions in low voices. The more they discussed it, the more feasible they found the matter, and gradually, they had a clear idea of what to do.
If Ye Akatsuki Yan disagreed, Qin Cheng would certainly not oppose her. Qin Cheng had always given Ye Akatsuki Yan his unconditional support.
Hiding inside the cabinet, Qin Cheng heard Wang Hao's words and felt that the guy was utterly shameless.
Even today, most of them still had no clear understanding of the Yellow Turbans or Xuansha. They only knew that the Yellow Turbans treated them well and gave them land. As for what Xuansha was like or what ideals the Yellow Turbans held, they knew nothing at all.
Of course, even if these things came to pass, that would be far in the future. At least for now, Wuqing was still Xuansha's only true major port.
Yet after so much time had passed, Zhu Jiuyin and the other ancestral shamans had gained nothing, and he had found nothing either. Only the demonic energy kept increasing, nearly spreading across the entire western world.
"What were the Chaos Demon Army's casualties?" This was what Sun