Outside the Star-Picking Tower.
Jiang Shang was startled when he ran into the King.
Because he saw that the King was actually tainted with traces of demon aura.
How could that not shock him?
He did not know whether the King was foolish or not, but he knew that the King had given him an official post, a salary, and good treatment.
It allowed him to hold his head high at home.
And throw his weight around before the neighbors!
This stable life filled Jiang Shang with gratitude.
He had also developed quite a favorable impression of Di Xin.
At the very least, the King had given him a job. No matter what, he should feel some goodwill toward the King!
After all, working in the Star-Picking Tower did not require him to do much, yet he still got paid. One had to know how to repay kindness, didn't one?
Now that he saw the King in trouble,
Jiang Shang's first thought was to help Di Xin eliminate the demon.
"Oh? So it is Minister Jiang."
Di Xin had long known Jiang Ziya's identity, and he also knew that this man was the scourge who had overthrown Great Shang.
But he had been reborn.
How could his outlook possibly still be so narrow?
His current plan was simple: keep Jiang Ziya by his side first, then gradually treat him generously and put him to important use.
Even if this fellow betrayed him someday, Di Xin would still hold the moral high ground.
What face would such a rebellious minister have to launch a campaign against him?
And if luck favored him and he could use Jiang Ziya to carry out the Investiture of the Gods for Great Shang, that would be even better!
Just imagine it—the Saint's chess piece, West