"Sir, to develop the relatively weak forces of the Novelist School's Dao Lineage to such an extent—you truly possess methods unmatched under heaven!"
"Now that Pan Chengfeng has already fallen, why not choose another lord and display your talents once more?"
Sun Qiankun smiled faintly at this. "Lord of War Li now commands the north, Dragon Province, and the south. He has already achieved a Threefold Division of the Realm!"
"Now, as long as we seize most of the west before it is unified, we can divide the realm in two with Xuanyuan Changlong!"
"Then we can marshal the troops for a fight to the death and settle the realm once and for all!"
"Whether I choose to emerge from seclusion is no longer important. Beneath the great tide, the rolling flood cannot be stopped by mere schemes!"
Sun Qiankun spoke calmly, seemingly untouched by the fervor around him.
Li Qinglian smiled faintly. "My Sun Qiankun cherishes the gratitude he owes his former lord for recognizing his worth, and does not wish to serve two masters!"
"Therefore, I will erect a tomb for Pan Chengfeng. His entire family, young and old alike, will be kept safe. In the future, I will also grant his family the title of marquis, ensuring the peace and prosperity of his bloodline."
"Thus, Sir Sun can trade his abilities for a chance of survival for his former lord's line. When word spreads, it will be a fine deed recorded in the annals of history. No one will dare utter another word against you!"
Hearing this, Sun Qiankun felt a flicker of joy. The atmosphere had been built up perfectly. Next, it was time for him to bow his head and pledge himself.
Sun Qiankun's expression turned solemn. He rose and gave Li Qinglian a slight