Hearing Chu Yang's naive words, Ye Lin merely smiled faintly and offered no explanation. He would understand on his own someday.
"Help me gather some cultivation manuals. Remember, only high-grade ones."
At that moment, Ye Lin spoke as he gazed at the utterly tranquil surface of the water. He wanted to see what was special about the cultivation methods of this world.
"Yes, sir."
Chu Yang nodded. He now obeyed Ye Lin's every word; whatever Ye Lin told him to do, he would do.
Though he held neither power nor influence, his status was there for all to see. Gathering a few cultivation manuals would be child's play.
Yet just then, Chu Yang's expression abruptly changed, his face becoming exceedingly grim.
"What is it?"
Seeing the obvious change in Chu Yang's expression, Ye Lin asked casually.
"Sir, word has come from the palace. All of us princes are to enter the palace at once. I fear that this time..."
Chu Yang spoke with an extremely ugly expression. Such urgency meant that his imperial father was close to no longer being able to hold on. Everything was currently moving in a favorable direction.
If his imperial father were to perish now, the Golden Crow Empire would surely descend into chaos. When that happened, their current strength would not be enough to withstand the disaster soon to come.
There was too little time. If only he had been given another month...
"Let's go. I'll go with you this time."
Ye Lin rose and dusted off his clothes.
"Mm."
Chu Yang nodded, and the two headed toward the palace together. In the void behind them, Hong Batian followed closely.
All along the way, golden-armored soldiers could be seen everywhere. These troops carried golden spears as they raced through the streets, while countless commoners