Now that a top-tier expert had appeared—one who bore hatred and conflict toward the Beitang Imperial Clan and the Great Yong Dynasty—they could absolutely befriend him and draw in a force of nuclear-bomb caliber.
Such a person was unlike ordinary talent: exceedingly scarce, perhaps utterly one of a kind, and immensely useful. Even if Martial Dao Fortune surged further in the future and the limits of martial cultivation were relaxed still more, he would remain a power they could trust and rely upon.
Hearing Meng Zhao's question, Liu An explained,
"These two are both favored figures at the Emperor's side and our leaders as well. Where they went and what they did was kept highly secretive; they did not tell us. But it should be inseparable from the investigation into the Twelfth Prince's assassination. Perhaps the ones pursuing them are the true culprits behind the Twelfth Prince's assassination?"
Liu An's analysis could not truly be called wrong; it was simply too bound by convention.
In his understanding, Beitang Sheng had sent their group here for one purpose alone: to investigate the case. After all, what could be more important than the murder of one's own son?
Yet he had forgotten that, for an ordinary family, a son was a son, bound by ties of blood and affection. But within the imperial house, a son was merely a threat to one's own authority. So-called blood ties were not held in such high regard.
Once the guess had strayed from the path, the result would naturally run in the opposite direction.
Though the others had their own thoughts, none dared voice a different conclusion. They could hardly say that Beitang Sheng had cast aside familial bonds, cared little for his biological son's death, and had instead placed his focus elsewhere.
Meng Zhao