"Sure enough, you had an ulterior motive." Li Mu Yang sighed heavily to himself.
This was bad—very bad.
The Priestess Xie Yue, one of the three great priestesses of the Abyss Clan, an old monster whose strength was no weaker than a Devil Race lord, had seized control of Qian Du's body and now wanted to become the ruler of this Divine Land.
Worst of all, Li Mu Yang was utterly helpless against it.
"You're a member of the Devil Race, yet you actually dream of becoming the ruler of this Divine Land." Li Mu Yang looked into Qian Du's eyes and said, "Do you think that's possible?"
"What do you think?" Qian Du replied. "I know you want to stop me, but I'm afraid that'll be very difficult. As long as I occupy this body, as long as I become Ying Qian Du, then it won't be impossible."
"That's right." Li Mu Yang wore a helpless expression as he said, "As long as you occupy Qian Du's body, as long as everyone believes you're Ying Qian Du, then it won't be impossible."
"I can't tell anyone that Qian Du's body has been occupied by a Devil Race priestess. That would be bad for her, and bad for the Peacock Dynasty. If the world learned of this, I'm afraid the Peacock Dynasty's campaign to conquer the Seven Nations would collapse and disintegrate, leaving it with no chance of victory. Even the citizens of the Peacock Dynasty would find it hard to accept that the Grand Princess they trusted and respected was a member of the Devil Race."
"As long as this secret isn't exposed, Qian Du will still be Qian Du. In fact, because of your existence, the Peacock Dynasty may find it even easier to seize this opportunity. Once