Beitang Xing, the Twelfth Prince, did not know this. His face darkened, and after thinking for a moment, he said,
"Master Liu, can you find a way to enter that blessed land? Meng Zhao may have seized the initiative, but I refuse to believe there isn't even the slightest chance."
By his way of thinking, even if he could not obtain the opportunity himself, he could still find a way to ruin Meng Zhao's gains. It was nothing more than the mindset of: if I cannot have it, neither can you.
Especially since Old Daoist Liu himself was a master in this field. It was worth a try.
Old Daoist Liu had lived to such an age. Though not cunning enough to rival a demon, he understood human nature quite well. He knew that Meng Zhao's attitude earlier had deeply offended Beitang Xing, and now Beitang Xing wanted to tamper with things and spoil the other man's plans.
Old Daoist Liu himself had no particular objection to this. After all, this was precisely the sort of knowledge he had studied, and many patriarchs of his lineage had used it to win the imperial family's trust. Unfortunately, there was one difficulty.
"This old Daoist has no way either, Twelfth Master. In my view, that so-called blessed land should be a Cave-Heaven World entirely different from the Divine Land, existing on a different plane from ours. To find such a Cave-Heaven World, one would need either a Gods and Devils martial artist, a Celestial expert skilled in the Dao of Space, or some ingenious shortcut. Otherwise, it will be very difficult to locate that Cave-Heaven."
As an imperial prince, Beitang Xing possessed knowledge and insight among the finest in the world. How could he not understand this principle?
It was simply because