Most crucially, with Xie Wanzhi, Prince Fu's Mansion possessed nuclear power. Not only would its security be greatly enhanced, but its capacity for outward expansion and aggression would increase enormously as well.
After all, across the entire Divine Continent, whether there were even enough Great Grandmaster martial artists to count on both hands was uncertain!
Of course, this was merely Mister Feng and Mister Tao's narrowness of vision. The two might possess some intelligence and connections, but their standing was ultimately too low. Viewing the heavens from an ant's perspective, what they could see was exceedingly limited—like frogs at the bottom of a well.
In truth, the Divine Continent's foundations were far more profound than those of foreign lands such as the Arctic Ice Plains. Even though the arrangements of Calculates All Beings and Beitang Gong had brought about a twilight age for martial arts in recent years, a great many gifted martial artists had still accumulated.
Once the restrictions were lifted and the shackles broken, it would be like floodwaters bursting through opened gates—impossible to contain. There might not be many high-level martial artists, but there certainly would not be absurdly few either.
Still, Xie Wanzhi's status and importance as a Great Grandmaster suited his identity perfectly. So long as he joined Prince Fu's Mansion, he would instantly stand below one man and above ten thousand—no, perhaps at certain times and in certain respects, he might even be mentioned in the same breath as Beitang Shu.
One could not truly rely solely on so-called imperial blood and the status of a prince to treat a Great Grandmaster martial artist as a servant to be humiliated at will. That would get people killed. No matter how proud and self-confident Beitang Shu was, he would not dare commit such a foolish