Where mountains and rivers seemed to block the way, another village emerged amid willow shade and blooming flowers.
No verse could have better described Hua Ye's state of mind. Ever since He Xuan had fallen for a scheme and died away from home five hundred years ago, he had understood the gap between himself and Hua Zhen.
The cutting-edge technologies Hua Zhen kept hidden were beyond the limits of his imagination, and utterly impossible for him to catch up to. Hua Ye had indeed amassed plenty of connections and influence in the Heavenly Palace, but none of that could compare.
At first, Hua Ye had lived in constant fear. He could no longer muster any interest in the beautiful women of the Heavenly Palace, waking from nightmares every night. Only after realizing no one had come to claim his life at his bedside would he wipe away his cold sweat.
But as time passed, he began to give up on himself. Since he had no hope of competing for the Angel King's throne, he might as well enjoy himself while he was still alive.
Delicate beauties undressed in soft allure, offering every charm to welcome their groom. That was how he indulged himself, flitting among the women every day and treating He Zheng's harsh scoldings as mere background noise.
He had muddled through his days and already given up on the matter, yet who could have expected that after the upheaval caused by the Left Wing King, the situation would immediately reverse? The chance to vie for the throne had appeared before him once more, and that little bastard Old Third's good days were over!
Heaven helped those who helped themselves. Put another way, opportunities were always reserved for those who were prepared. Hua Ye had done nothing at all,