Fine birds choose the trees they roost in. This had been an unchanging truth since ancient times, and even the Thirteenth Prince was likely no exception.
In this chaotic Profound World, without absolutely overwhelming strength, finding someone to lean on was extremely important. This was no different in the True Martial Realm or the Ancient Barrens Continent.
Or perhaps it was not that he harbored divided loyalties, but that he intended to play both sides. The Thirteenth Prince was clearly a figure of formidable ambition. How could he be willing to let himself be manipulated by one person alone? If the Martial Sect were his only backer, then his life and death would be entirely in the Martial Sect's hands. But if another power were brought in, everything would be different.
On the contrary, in their struggle to win him over, both sides would only invest more heavily to support him. Naturally, that would bring him countless benefits.
But doing so was exceedingly likely to end with him playing with fire and burning himself. Once either side became unhappy and no longer wished to play along, they might be wiped out entirely.
How could Ye Xiwen fail to understand this? In his early years, he had read extensively. Such schemes and stratagems were universal in any world, and he could see through the trick at a glance. Just what sort of backing did the Thirteenth Prince have to dare act like this?
Thinking of this, a somewhat amused smile appeared on Ye Xiwen's face.
The expression on Qin Lie's face shifted between green and white as he forcefully suppressed his anger. To be honest, he had never truly regarded the Thirteenth Prince as someone on his own level. Yet now, he had actually been played by him.
How could the