Two days later.
White Hall.
As usual, Cheng Han slowly replaced the Insect Oil Candles that were nearly burned out.
Outside the hall.
Several dozen fully armed Spirit Monkey warriors—the so-called White Hall Guard—stood motionless on guard.
Anyone attempting to approach would be closely watched.
At first.
These Fur Monkeys had sincerely guarded the White Hall and the Venerable One.
But now.
As Chieftain A Dun's ambitions grew greater and greater, this "protection" had gradually changed in nature.
One of A Dun's confidants commanded the White Hall Guard. His other duty was to monitor the Venerable One.
However.
Cheng Han did not care in the slightest.
He had always maintained a non-interference stance and did not concern himself with A Dun's actions.
Do whatever you want! Cheng Han lit a candle and murmured, "Has he already started dreaming of becoming King?"
Just yesterday.
Luo Jiuling had chatted with A Dun and explained various social systems.
He had focused on parliamentary systems and monarchies, analyzing their respective strengths and weaknesses.
Early this morning.
News arrived that A Dun had renamed the Tree Hollow where he lived—the Red Palace.
A Dun had also issued an order to collect a large quantity of red pigment and paint the Tree Hollow red.
That name undoubtedly revealed certain unspeakable intentions.
A King's residence was called a "palace," so A Dun wanted to live in one.
Semantically speaking, the Red Palace was on about the same level as the White Hall, so A Dun clearly was not willing to remain beneath the Venerable One.
A trace of mockery appeared in Cheng Han's eyes. "I didn't expect him to learn these little tricks the moment he became an evil dragon."
A few seconds later.
A mysterious sensation suddenly arose within him, and his movements slowed for a