The candles in Tianqian Palace's side hall burned brightly, and not the slightest sound of rain could be heard from outside.
Through the bamboo curtain, Emperor Yuanwu watched Fu Qiwen's departing figure. Then his gaze shifted to a black shadow that had appeared at some point ahead and to his left.
"How goes the investigation into the Eighth Prince?"
The black shadow lowered his head and replied,
"Your Majesty, no such person was found."
The black shadow then explained,
"Perhaps the other party left after escorting the Eighth Prince to Heavenly Brocade Guard Headquarters, or perhaps their concealment technique is too superb for this servant to find them."
Emperor Yuanwu's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, the black shadow vanished from before him.
At this moment, the old eunuch standing to one side like a candle guttering in the wind slowly spoke.
"Master, have you truly agreed to Fu Qiwen's proposal to make a move against Falling God Peak?"
Emperor Yuanwu's face was imposing, his emotions unreadable as he said,
"Since he dared make the decision for Me and prove his resolve with death, what is there for Me not to agree to?"
The old eunuch's grizzled brows furrowed slightly as he asked in a hoarse voice,
"What if it fails?"
Emperor Yuanwu fell silent for a moment before saying,
"If it fails, I will not touch any martial world force for five years. If it succeeds, I will sweep away every martial world force within Great Li's borders in three years."
The old eunuch looked toward the figure sitting cross-legged on the bed and nodded lightly.
"Then how many people does Master intend to send to assist the Heavenly Brocade Guard?"
At that, Emperor Yuanwu looked at the old eunuch, but merely shook his head indifferently.