"Emperor Jianhong..."
Master Xu softly murmured the name.
Emperor Jianhong had grown up under his watch.
In his eyes, Emperor Jianhong had always been like a punching bag. Whatever Master Xu told him to do, he would do.
He had never once doubted his words.
But from the last journey to Xiliu until now, his view of Emperor Jianhong had changed completely.
"Heh heh."
A smile appeared on Master Xu's face, while fierce cold light churned in his eyes.
"It seems this old man must reassess him and make him an opponent."
The sinister expression on Master Xu's face made Zeng Anmin somewhat uncomfortable.
"Then, regarding Emperor Jianhong..."
Zeng Anmin hesitated before looking at Master Xu and asking, "How do you intend to deal with him?"
A chilling smile slowly surfaced at the corner of Master Xu's mouth.
He raised his head and looked at Zeng Anmin. "Since Emperor Jianhong wants to court death, this Venerable One shall send him on his way."
"Ah?"
Zeng Anmin's expression became exceedingly colorful.
"That's enough." Master Xu sized Zeng Anmin up and casually waved a hand. "Stop pretending in front of me."
"Wasn't your purpose in coming to find this old man today to make this old man and Emperor Jianhong stand completely opposed to one another?"
Zeng Anmin's expression stiffened slightly.
"And..." Master Xu slowly raised his head to look toward the imperial palace. "Ten days from now, at the Formation-Confucian Convention, the plan may need to change again."
Before Zeng Anmin could respond, he heard Master Xu continue.
"Take a guess. What rank of cultivation does Emperor Jianhong possess?"
"Ah?"
The pupils in Zeng Anmin's stiffened face suddenly contracted!
"Heh." Master Xu sneered as he looked at Zeng Anmin. "If he had no cultivation, why would he want the Xi Huang