The Nuo Opera ahead was still dancing, its entire bamboo frame swaying and bouncing in the distorted heat waves rising from several bonfires below.
Li Huowang sighed and shook his head helplessly at the sight. Under Fu Sheng Tian's immense pressure, the people here had clearly been driven into a blind panic, dragging out anything they could think of whether it would work or not.
The Great Nuo indeed had believers in Later Shu, and a broad following at that, but hoping for a mad Ruler of Fate to intervene—such optimism and tolerance were destined to be unrealistic.
"Just because they think it'll work means it will? Do they really think everyone is a Mind Element? They're superstitious to the bone. Let's go." After speaking, Li Huowang passed by the Daliang Celestial Surveillance Division and headed toward the Daliang Imperial Temple with Gao Zhijian.
Gao Zhijian, clad in a golden Dragon Robe, followed. After weighing his words for a moment, he tried to persuade him. "Senior Brother Li, must we truly do this? White Jade Capital is fraught with peril. Even with Dragon Qi protecting you, it may not be safe."
"Then tell me, what other options do we have now?" Li Huowang asked in return.
"Are we supposed to just sit down here and wait for them to come attack us?" Li Huowang raised his grave expression toward the sky, trying to look beyond the Heavens through sheer force of sight.
"Even in an ordinary war, you have to send scouts to probe the enemy's strength, don't you?"
"Don't worry too much. At least the Rulers of Fate in White Jade Capital are on our side. They still owe me a favor."
Some of his memories might have vanished, but he had not forgotten Fu Sheng Tian's trouble.
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