A Dead End
Forget the Ten Golden Clans—even Multi-pupil and Linghua were dumbfounded by Shen Guang's shameless stunt.
As expected of Shen Guang. Now they finally understood how he'd managed to stay alive all this time. That bastard was unbelievably good at keeping his head down.
Multi-pupil and Tong Ye still couldn't forget the small meeting of the three academies' Purple Gold Ribbon Grand Scholars. Shen Guang had been so vehemently opposed to the Heavenly Mandate prophecy, speaking with righteous conviction and acting as though he'd rather die—or even give his life—than allow the structure of the Core World to change.
The way he'd acted had made Multi-pupil and Tong Ye shake their heads. They'd thought he was blinded by power and as stubborn as a rock in a latrine, impossible to persuade.
Who could have guessed that the moment he saw the tide turning, he'd switch sides without the slightest hesitation? And he'd even come up with such a seamless, airtight justification that it was hard to argue against him.
What? Was I, Shen Guang, not allowed to see the error of my ways? Were you the only ones allowed to act as the Heavenly Mandate's representatives? Had you monopolized the Heavenly Mandate? Was I, Shen Guang, not allowed to take part?
Neither the Multi-pupil Grand Scholar nor the Linghua Grand Scholar could openly reject an opportunist like Shen Guang.
Of course, since Shen Guang had publicly chosen his side, they couldn't let him get off scot-free. He couldn't simply issue a notice and expect to join the cause by playing both sides.
He could join the Heaven's Will Army, sure. But he had to prove himself with real action. Shouting slogans and waving flags without doing anything substantial wouldn't cut it.
Shen Guang had spent his whole life