Ying Zheng's trust! Those five words struck straight into Li's heart.
For a monarch who was arbitrary and suspicious, his trust was undoubtedly the hardest thing to obtain. Even for his own sons, it was a luxurious emotion.
And aside from the Moon God, no one else could offer such a promise.
As the Empire's state-protecting sorceress, the Moon God possessed Ying Zheng's unprecedented trust.
This promise was indeed extremely tempting to Li.
Li chuckled softly. "As expected of Lady Moon God. You truly know how to strike a snake's vital point. Your condition leaves me unable to refuse."
The Moon God's lips curved faintly, her voice carrying a hint of leisure. "It seems Young Master Fusu has agreed."
"I have no reason to refuse, do I?" Li met the Moon God's gaze, and the barrier surrounding them gradually dissipated.
"Young Master." The first thing that entered Li's sight was Shi Lan's exquisite face, touched with faint anxiety. Warmth filled his heart, and he gave her a reassuring smile.
Only then did Li realize that the hall, which had previously been impossible to see clearly, was now fully visible. Unlike the palace, there were no carved dragons or painted phoenixes around them. Instead, the walls were covered in intricate, profound patterns that made one feel dizzy upon close inspection.
The objects placed around the hall appeared simple, yet their simplicity concealed extraordinary mysteries. Even the arrangement of those small items vaguely revealed an indescribable pattern.
Li withdrew his gaze. It seemed the Yin-Yang School had risen above the Hundred Schools and reached its current position through far more than mere scheming.
"Young Master Fusu, please take the seat." A voice that was somewhat youthful yet mixed with an inexplicably sinister quality interrupted Li's thoughts.
It was a boy with a