Yu Changkong's thoughts drifted. In truth, he knew no more about Zhao Rulíng than anyone else. He only knew that this man possessed Unrivaled Martial Arts, had deep ties to the Beitang Imperial Clan, and enjoyed the trust and esteem of the reigning emperor, Beitang Sheng.
As for anything else, he knew nothing.
A person's martial arts and fighting strength were their greatest capital in this world. Now that Zhao Rulíng's greatest capital had developed a problem, could something have gone wrong with his mindset as well? Could his attitude toward the Beitang Imperial Clan have shifted?
Such thoughts were by no means wild speculation. A man in a certain position had to be mentally prepared for such possibilities.
Yu Changkong had once stood at the heights of power himself, scheming and contending with a hall full of dukes and ministers. He could not be called a master schemer, but neither was he a rash and foolish man.
Of course, these thoughts could never be brought into the open. He could only ponder them in private, and Zhao Rulíng absolutely could not learn of them. Otherwise, it would be hard to say how Nameless Eunuch might react.
Just as Zhao Rulíng was about to finish circulating his energy, someone flipped over the wall surrounding the small courtyard and entered.
The man was short, with an ordinary face and unremarkable features. Yet there was something exceptional about his aura; he concealed it so perfectly that not a drop could leak through.
The Beitang Imperial Clan was the current imperial house and the common ruler of the realm. Although the Great Ancestor had failed to achieve complete success in conquering the land, forcing the imperial power to be shared out, the clan still possessed immense reserves and strength. It had laid out