The National Teacher's simple four words nearly choked Wu Xian to death.
Every muscle in his face twitched uncontrollably.
Though the fury in his heart was erupting like a volcano, he couldn't show the slightest disrespect in his actions. He could only reply with bitter resignation, "Shen Youli has always been cunning and treacherous, and the villains under her command use sinister, unpredictable methods. If we delay any longer, who knows what unforeseen changes might occur? I'm not the one who needs to worry. As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood; I'll have another chance to rise again. What I fear is that this could ruin the National Teacher's plans."
Wu Xian's words were a thinly veiled attempt to stoke the flames.
If the Eternal Life Cult wanted to spread its faith across the Northwest Continent and expand its influence, Shen Tang's Kang Country was the biggest obstacle in its way. Only by cooperating with Gao Country could it tear open a breach. They didn't need to destroy Kang Country outright; at the very least, they had to stand as its equal and keep each other in check.
If Gao Country fell, the Eternal Life Cult's scheme would come to nothing.
Wasn't it obvious which mattered more?
The National Teacher lifted his eyelids and gazed at Wu Xian.
His deep eyes were like an ancient well, not so much as rippling. Yet Wu Xian, under that gaze, had the eerie sensation that every last one of his schemes had been laid bare. The hairs on his back stood on end, and sweat poured from him. The feeling lasted only a few breaths before the National Teacher calmly looked away.
He tapped the back of his left hand with the index finger of his right,