This New Dynasty campaign against the Great Harmony Imperial Court in the northwest also bore traces of Wang Ping's Puppet manipulations, though he had merely added fuel to the flames. The New Dynasty had already intended to seize the Northwestern Court in one fell swoop, but had been constrained by the great army under the Third Prince of Pingzhou Road and the forces of the three groups of local strongmen at True Sun Mountain.
Over the past few months, the New Dynasty had been negotiating with the allied forces of the three groups of local strongmen at True Sun Mountain. Half a month ago, they had finally reached an agreement. Both sides planned to dispatch troops together, divide up the territory occupied by the Northwestern Court, and jointly keep the Third Prince's army in check.
This was an operation where tugging one hair moved the whole body. It could be said to affect the future situation of all Central Province, so Wang Ping, who had foretold it beforehand, received considerable benefits.
"Daoist Priest, if you do not mind, would you care to come inside for a cup of tea?"
Feng Chuan extended the invitation.
Wang Ping's consciousness sank inward. Once the Light Screen Panel vanished, he nodded. He could sense that the man before him seemed to have something to ask of him. Along the way, he had encountered many people seeking help, and of course, some who had wanted to take his life.
When he plotted the state of the world, these ordinary people had been nothing more than numbers to Wang Ping. Now, as he walked through bustling streets, those numbers became living, breathing lives. Every one of them had their own story, their own joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures. It gave Wang Ping a deeper reverence for