No one mourned the Yang Kingdom.
That was a fact.
Though for Yan Sheng, it was far too cruel.
For thousands of years, countless states had proclaimed themselves the "legitimate succession of old Yang," as though they deeply yearned for that glorious empire. But if the true legitimate succession of old Yang stood before them, it would surely be hacked to death by a flurry of blades, carved up, and devoured.
People did not mourn the Yang Kingdom. What they sought was merely its wealth and authority.
Yan Sheng knew that none of it was possible. He had spent so many years reading atop Book Mountain; he had not read himself into a fool. A powerhouse standing among the forest of ultimate peaks could not possibly be so naive.
Only...
Only, he could not help but imagine. If Jiang Wang were truly willing to inherit old Yang's glory in the name of Ji Yanru's direct disciple, what would happen?
Hope truly could be born from this.
That Transcendence clash of Flower in the Mirror, Moon in the Water in the Lost Realm had first brought Ji Yanru's name to his ears, and it had also brought this man named Jiang Wang into the sight of him, who had shut himself away to read.
He had seriously looked into Jiang Wang.
From south to north, from east to west, Jiang Wang had left behind too many deeds, won too much recognition, and gathered too many powerful friends, all of whom could become allies. White Jade Capital Restaurant alone contained so many talented people.
More importantly, Jiang Wang's prestige was now like the sun at high noon. The name Elder Jiang resounded north and south of the Long River. The two words Jiang Wang had already been engraved into history—a living legend.