Yi Gong!
"If you're willing, this old man will lend you all the help I can and assist you in ascending to the imperial throne!" The Left Prime Minister looked at Lin Bai seriously. "Of course, I know that Master's disciple is not someone who covets mortal power and status. His disciple will surely have far greater prospects and goals!"
Lin Bai chuckled. "That's not something the Left Prime Minister of the Sacred Nation should be saying!"
The Left Prime Minister drew a deep breath. "Lin Bai, when Xuantong came before, he told me that my lifespan was running short and that my end was approaching. My talent has been insufficient all my life, and I have no hope of entering the Dao Realm. If I hadn't been waiting for you in the divine capital under Master's orders, I would have resigned and traveled the world several years ago!"
"Do you think that for someone on the verge of death, power and status, glory and wealth, strength and dignity still have any meaning?"
The Left Prime Minister chuckled.
"Your lifespan is running short?" Lin Bai frowned and studied the Left Prime Minister seriously before asking curiously, "I'm quite curious—why did Master take you as a disciple?"
Hearing this question, the Left Prime Minister immediately sat down on a stone bench nearby, poured himself a full cup of tea, and slowly began, his eyes filled with reminiscence. "A little over a hundred years ago, a great war broke out in the Central Sacred Nation. Several great Lineages within a commandery joined forces in rebellion, hoping to establish an independent province. The Sacred Emperor was furious and ordered the Iron Sword Marquis Estate to lead the army into battle!"
"The Iron Sword Army of the Iron Sword Marquis Estate swept through everything