Chen Sanshi fell silent.
He did not answer at once.
Before his master's parting.
His master had repeatedly warned him to beware the Dragon Abyss Sword, and beware the immortal master behind the emperor.
Back then.
On Langjuxu Mountain, Chen Sanshi had only barely managed to kill the Witch God Cult's High Priest at Qi Refining Late Stage by relying on the battle intent accumulated from slaughtering ten thousand men, along with the amplification of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry's Heavenly Dragon Array.
As for that old emperor.
He had already reached Peak Qi Refining many years ago. The Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand could even cleave apart the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array, and he also possessed an Imperial Seal of State.
Added to that were the troops of Northern Liang, of which Chen Sanshi currently controlled far too few.
Perhaps...
He still did not have the qualifications to refuse outright.
Once his master was gone.
There was no longer anyone standing in front of them.
"Enter the capital?"
The other senior brothers and sisters immediately understood the venom hidden within it.
If their junior brother truly left the borderlands to live in the capital, then no matter how towering his prestige, he would gradually lose control of the army.
By then, he would truly be a fierce tiger wrapped from head to toe in chains of black iron.
He would have to do whatever they told him.
Otherwise, they could take his life at any time.
"Damn it."
Wang Zhi nearly cursed aloud.
The other senior brothers all watched Chen Sanshi in silence.
They were waiting.
Waiting to see.
What choice their junior brother would make.
Just as Fang Qingyun had said after the banquet some days ago.
What they did next would still depend on what sort