Shangguan was the direct disciple of Fu Zhaofan, the Command of Fate True Person of Southern Dipper Hall; a peerless sect prodigy, one of the foremost experts in the Divine Presence Realm, a man destined to take charge of the sect. What danger could he possibly encounter?
In other words, if he encountered danger, he could seek his master, any one of the Southern Dipper Six True Persons, or even the Longevity Lord. Why would he turn instead to a friend in the Great Void Illusion Realm—to Zhao Tiezhu, tens of thousands of miles away?
Unless he had exhausted every possible method and calculated every possible outcome.
Unless... something had happened to Southern Dipper Hall.
Looking across the land and around Southern Dipper's sphere of influence, who besides the vast Great Chu could drive Shangguan to send such a wretched plea for help, with his letter only managing to write two words—"Save me"?
Zhao Tiezhu—no, Zhongshan Weisun—was a clever man.
The moment Zhao Tiezhu saw the letter, he was sick with worry for his friend.
But by the second glance, Zhongshan Weisun had no choice but to understand everything.
What Southern Dipper Hall had done, whether it deserved to be purged, why it had been targeted... none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was that this concerned the Chu Kingdom.
Then could Zhongshan Weisun call the shots in Eagle Soaring Command?
Could Eagle Soaring Command represent Jing State?
What reason did Jing State have to save someone from the hands of the Chu Kingdom?
Each of these three questions was graver than the last. Each demanded more thought than the last.
And Zhongshan Weisun was stalled at the very first question.
Huang Sheli was Huang Fu's precious pearl, showered with boundless affection—willful, free-spirited, and lawless. Even if she