Lu Hou'er fell into thought. In fact, he knew one thing Gan Mingfeng did not: Meng Zhao seemed to have ties to the Yanzhou Commander-in-Chief's household, and that Tan Family daughter was very likely to become his future lawful wife. If the two sides joined forces, would that not be like adding wings to a tiger?
Hiss. At the thought of this, Lu Hou'er's mind cleared. Never mind Liang Prefecture, but if Ji Prefecture, Yanzhou, and Lingwu City, which served as the gateway, could be linked into a single line, the weight this would carry for the situation in the Northern Lands would be simply unimaginable.
Moreover, Meng Zhao was a man of extraordinary talent and strategy, mighty and unyielding, with profound scheming. He had laid his hands in both Ji Prefecture and Yanzhou—could Liang Prefecture truly have nothing of his?
Once the time came, with Meng Zhao's Great Grandmaster martial arts, the Hidden Dragon Vein, the Sheji Cauldron, and the accumulated foundations of three provinces at his disposal, he might not be able to contend for supremacy over the Divine Land, but carving out territory and ruling one corner as his own was still highly possible.
This was the bearing of a king's enterprise. Then, recalling their trip to the Town Evil Golden Hall, Mu Yi, descendant of Imperial Sui, had gained nothing, while Meng Zhao had gathered every opportunity into his hands. Did that not also answer the so-called words of Heaven's mandate and omens?
Just as the two communicated through voice transmission, a violent change abruptly occurred upon the Emperor Stele.
The Emperor Stele had originally been a bluish stone stele. At this moment, deep-purple divine light bloomed from its entire surface, surging like mighty rivers. Even the pillars of essence qi linking the five directions to