The next day.
The second sparring match was moved to an even larger arena.
The six great main cities, especially those clans that had been hesitating and watching from the sidelines, also sent people over.
Lin Heng's political objective was nearing completion as well!
Logically speaking, under the Royal Clan's lead, the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office should have drawn countless people flocking to it like ducks, yet in truth, far too few clans were willing to actually work and contribute.
Take the Literary Path side, for instance. Duan Shuyun had only won over three factions, one of which was Lin Jinren, who had come knocking on their door himself.
Although Wei Yan's Family took the lead on the Medical Path side, those willing to cooperate... or at least the partners Lin Heng considered high-quality, all had very vague attitudes.
They claimed they were seriously considering it, yet nearly a month had passed without a definite reply.
There were probably two reasons behind this.
First, the Dugu Clan had split internally. The Ghost Ancestor's faction was exerting its strength, making some people afraid to place their bets.
Second, Lin Heng's own influence was not great enough. The Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office gave people the impression of an empty shell recruiting soldiers everywhere.
No one else was stupid. Why would they settle for nothing but a painted feast?
You had to display some soft or hard power to prove that you possessed the ability to paint such a feast!
Faced with the Gu Clan, this whetstone delivered right to his doorstep, Lin Heng naturally could not have wished for more.
Bai Yi took the stage!
In his hand, he held up a chessboard that could expand and shrink at will!
However, he wore a mask to conceal his identity and did not