Chen Siyuan understood even more clearly that the Divine Continent was now ablaze with Beacon Fires. There were simply too many ambitious people, and Rebel Kings were everywhere—proof enough.
Not to mention Meng Zhao; the other great and minor families, sects, and even gang factions in the Northern Lands surely harbored ambitions of their own.
When heroes vied for the realm and fought for supremacy across the Divine Continent, it was not about who was strongest, but who could last until the end.
What if—what if the one who reached the end was oneself?
Such wishful thinking might be unwise, but it was difficult to extinguish. Instead, it lingered at every moment in the hearts of all Ambitious Persons.
The only difference was that Meng Zhao's strength and influence were enough to match such ambition.
At the same time, Chen Siyuan began earnestly considering the possibility of defecting to Meng Zhao.
Unfortunately, he was ultimately a rather traditional man. Though he believed Meng Zhao truly was an unrivaled hero of his generation—whether in breadth of heart and spirit, capability and methods, or martial talent, he stood among the finest of the finest—the one flaw was that he did not possess imperial blood.
Yes, even if Meng Zhao had been born to an unfavored woman of the harem, combined with his current strength, Chen Siyuan could have made his choice.
Yet Meng Zhao had merely been born into an earl's family, and he himself was no more than a General Yangwu. Though he possessed strength, his rank and standing were insufficient.
That made it difficult for Chen Siyuan to believe Meng Zhao could make it to the end.
After all, he had personally followed Beitang Shu for a long time, and because of that, he understood some of the foundations and