Yue Guan moved quickly. Through covert operatives planted within the Star Luo Empire, a secret channel to contact Dai Weisi was swiftly established.
Star Luo Imperial City, within an ordinary-looking branch courtyard. Dai Weisi, once the high-spirited eldest prince, now looked haggard and gloomy. The fluctuations of Soul Power around him were weak and unstable; clearly, he had suffered no small amount of blows and cold treatment after being crippled.
He looked at the envoy before him, who called himself a "friend from afar," his tone wary yet carrying a faint trace of hope. "You can help me? Why should I believe that?"
The masked envoy spoke calmly. "Because we can help you reclaim everything that belongs to you—and perhaps... even more. Dai Mubai has become a cripple. Star Luo now faces troubles both within and without, and Your Majesty is advanced in years. Are you truly willing to watch the empire's foundations collapse overnight, or... fall into someone else's hands?"
Dai Weisi's pupils contracted slightly. "Someone else? You mean..."
"Whoever conspires with a tiger makes that tiger the other party," the envoy said meaningfully. "All we need is a collaborator—a future emperor who can lead Star Luo in the right direction. As for the price... it is simple. Within the limits of your ability, provide us with the intelligence we need and cooperate with our actions when the time is right."
Dai Weisi fell silent for a long time, his heart locked in fierce turmoil. He knew perfectly well whom the other party meant by "tiger." He was not entirely unaware of the secret dealings between the Holy Spirit Cult and his father. Those people operated in strange and sinister ways; conspiring with a tiger was indeed dangerous. But could he truly succeed by relying on these mysterious people