The moment he opened his mouth, Ji Qianling wore an expression of teeth aching from sourness.
When he finished, the sour look vanished from Ji Qianling's face. "Do you truly think the path our sect is currently taking is a bottomless pit?"
"Courtly games, the momentum of the world—many people think they have studied them through and through. Yet speaking solely of the Way of Chess, sect elders are at the level of toddlers before seasoned court veterans. Luotian Sect binding itself to the Second Prince is a road of no return."
"Why?"
"Because of the mark upon the Second Prince!"
"The mark upon the Second Prince—the Western River Royal Clan?"
"Precisely! Do you know which force in this world His Majesty fears most? Not the immortal sects, but the Western River Royal Clan. Only the Western River Royal Clan possesses the power to truly shake his rule!" Lin Su said. "From the very beginning of his reign, His Majesty had already begun laying out his pieces. The fundamental purpose of elevating the Second Prince and allowing him to stand out was to draw the Western River Royal Clan within the court toward him, then sweep them all into one net! The net has been spread long enough. The time to draw it in is near. If Luotian Sect does not turn in time, it will become a sacrifice to the age!"
At some unknown point, cold sweat had begun streaming down Ji Qianling's back...
The Second Prince's imperial mother was a direct descendant of the Western River Royal Clan.
The Western River Royal Clan was a foreign race—and the king of every foreign race in this world.
The methods of foreign races were myriad and bizarre, their abilities beyond measure. Taken together, the many foreign races formed a power