"The First Prime Minister?"
Watching Su Tao's departing back, Zhu Xiao sank into thought.
All these years, cultivating here in hiding with his grandfather, his cultivation had long since reached the second level of the Quasi-Saint Realm. He was fully qualified to serve as the First Prime Minister of a newly born imperial dynasty.
The position of First Prime Minister was one his grandfather had never held.
In the former imperial dynasty of the Southern Region, his grandfather and Venerable Mo Xing had competed for the position of First Prime Minister for a very, very long time.
But in the end, someone else beat them to it, and neither of them obtained the post.
His grandfather had always felt considerable regret over that.
But now, the lord of a future imperial dynasty had personally invited him. Should he go?
He sank into thought.
Should he go or not?
If he said no, he was deeply tempted.
If he said yes, he thought of his grandfather.
If he became an official of an imperial dynasty, his own fate would have to be bound to the dynasty's providence. They would share glory and ruin alike.
The imperial lord could decide his life or death with a single thought.
Back then, his grandfather had expended enormous effort just to survive the collapse of the providence of the Southern Region's previous imperial dynasty.
After the previous imperial dynasty of the Southern Region had fallen apart, the vast majority of its officials suffered a backlash from the nation's fortune and died.
Of the tens of millions of officials, only his grandfather and Venerable Mo Xing remained.
He was currently free. The cultivation technique he practiced had been deduced by his grandfather through long years of experience. He belonged to no fortune dynasty and was completely