Dou Hongyi had no idea that Yang Diandian had already begun dreaming of a glorious future.
All he could do about Yang Diandian's lack of information was roll his eyes in sympathy.
That guy thought about fighting for power every day, but never stopped to consider his own background. He was lucky to have clawed his way up to a third-rank Blue Guard in Lan Shan, yet he still wanted to climb higher. Did he really think he was qualified?
Even news as far-reaching as the Sacred Edict had taken this long to reach him. That showed how little footing he had in Qingcheng. His backer was probably nothing special—or had simply written him off as a pawn.
And yet, in this tiny Chu Nuan City, the guy was still qualified to give him a run for his money. With the emperor far away, Dou Hongyi's backer had limited influence over him.
Not to mention... the power structure in the Qing Division was far more complicated than Lan Shan's. The fact that he'd heard about the Sacred Edict so quickly didn't mean he could get much support.
As Dou Hongyi ignored Yang Diandian's provocation, the Great Yang Merchant Group's caravan finally appeared in the distance, heading their way.
Dou Hongyi's eyes lit up. Ignoring Yang Diandian completely, he headed toward the caravan.
Yang Diandian paused, then narrowed his eyes.
Something was off. Very off.
He glanced in the direction Dou Hongyi had run and froze for a moment.
"The Great Yang Merchant Group? Why would a small merchant group like that matter so much to Dou Hongyi?"
Yang Diandian looked around, but couldn't see what made them special. Still, he kept an eye on them, thinking he might learn something during the Martial Competition.
"Miss, Dou Hongyi of the