Third Palace Lord hadn't expected Ming Gu to take such a scolding without resisting. It seemed the rumors were true: Ming Qing was an elder of Fate Left's.
Its tone grew more courteous as it spoke to Fate Left. "May I ask what it would take for you to tell me where Feng last appeared? You can name your terms."
Fate Left glanced sideways at it and coughed again, still saying nothing.
Third Palace Lord offered resources, or even Cubic Distance. Fate Left said, "That's too vulgar, Third Palace Lord. Let's not be so vulgar with each other. How about this: give me one chance to enter the Great Realm Palace?"
Third Palace Lord was surprised. "You want to enter the Great Realm Palace?"
Fate Left nodded.
Third Palace Lord was puzzled. "May I ask why?"
Fate Left sighed. "I need a fallback. You know the Freedom Period is approaching, and war is unavoidable. Everything I have now is thanks to Ancestor Ming Qing. If something happens to Ancestor Ming Qing in that war, or she returns to Time Ancient City, what am I supposed to do?"
It looked into the distance. "Don't be fooled by how respectfully Ming Gu treats me. If it weren't for Ancestor Ming Fan and Ancestor Ming Qing, that fellow would do everything in its power to kill me. But if I can hide in the Great Realm Palace, that changes things. Do you understand?"
Third Palace Lord understood. Its view of Fate Left changed. Fate Left was definitely not as foolish and arrogant as the outside world claimed. It had its own plans and saw through a great deal. No wonder it had kept an eye out and found Feng.
After hearing Fate Left's explanation, Third Palace Lord's suspicions vanished.
"I'd be happy to