Zong Shen had no other intention; he mainly just wanted to join the excitement.
And perhaps see if there was a chance to stir things up along the way.
Mental projections all appeared in their true forms.
So he planned to have Zahid show himself when the time came, while he entered as an attendant.
After considering it carefully, he decided there was no rush.
Making trouble for the Sarranid Sultanate and finding a way to carve up its territory would be a massive undertaking.
As Chosen Ones, Lords had no such taboos.
Whether it was the natives' land and population, or resources that spawned in the wild, before Lords, there was no distinction between yours and mine.
All things considered, wouldn't it all be mine anyway?
As long as he had sufficient strength to back him up, let alone dealing with the Sarranid Sultanate, even taking on the entire continent would not be a problem.
Therefore, since Zong Shen had already chosen the Sarranid Sultanate as one of his current targets, what he needed to do was split apart and undermine the Sarranid nobles' existing rule by any means necessary.
He would drag those lofty Crescent People back down to earth.
He would make them understand that they were no different from the Sandfolk they had betrayed and enslaved.
Everyone had one head, two legs, one asshole, and one mouth. No one was nobler than anyone else.
Shaking his head, Zong Shen suppressed the emotions rising within him.
To be honest, ever since arriving in Sarranid, he had developed a deep dislike for the Crescent People.
Their extreme religious fanaticism, slavery, betrayal of the ancient Sandfolk, as well as the arrogance displayed by Prince Ayub, the provincial Beys, and the Aja who controlled the various oases, all displeased Zong