It was like a bolt from the blue.
It was like sitting peacefully at home one day, eating hotpot and singing, when one of your subordinates suddenly screamed and rushed in to tell you, "Bad news! A hairy-faced, thunder-god-mouthed monk has broken in from outside the cave!"
No, was that reasonable?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Because it made no sense!
Anything in this world could be unreasonable, but Tianyuan could not—at the very least, even if they were unreasonable with others, they had to convince themselves. The settled order of carving up Central Earth had been in place for two hundred years. Everyone had grown accustomed to these slow, steady days.
For the Federation and the Empire, their current revenues, foreseeable gains, and the risks they would have to face in starting a war had already determined it—at this stage, the two sides could not possibly go to war!
Fan Yun acting on his own authority?
That was even more impossible.
That old turtle had waited so many years for this day. Could he really be that unable to hold himself back? Could he bear the consequences of starting a war on his own? Don't talk about a cornered dog jumping over the wall. That old thing was least capable of doing that, and he had never acted on impulse, not even a little. Forget some minor misunderstanding—even if he killed his own father and hung the corpse from the city walls, he would not so much as furrow a brow.
He would never take the blame for an undeclared war.
Then it was certain. It was not the Federation.
Could it be someone within the Empire?
That was even less likely. His Majesty was critically ill, and in the capital, the new batch of candidates were practically fighting each other