"Confucianism is backing Nangong Haoran. When the time comes, the two of you will both enter his ranks."
"Then Confucianism and the Hundred Schools of Thought will have two of the strongest armies."
"One will be yours, and the other will be Li Qinglian's!"
"In the future, our chances of stealing the fruit will be even greater!"
"If things go well, we may even have a chance to lay our hands on the position of one who is invested as a god!"
Zhuge Shenji narrowed his eyes. "Don't worry. I'll handle this beautifully. I won't let anyone see a single flaw, and none of your information will appear."
"No. You need to let people notice traces of me, because I need to conceal what happened in the Capital City."
Zhuge Shenji's heart jolted at those words, and a trace of gravity flashed across his face.
"I understand. Don't worry, I know what to do."
Li Qing nodded slightly, and his Divine Body flashed out of sight.
Watching Li Qing's vanishing figure, Zhuge Shenji flashed toward Righteous Qi Mountain!
Naturally, he also knew about Haoran Academy.
The Innate and Acquired Zhou Yi Eight Trigrams Method in his hands had not lost its efficacy.
He had already realized that this cultivation method had likely changed, which was why he had been able to retain this divination art.
Naturally, he had even greater confidence in Li Qing. The other man had already mastered a method of deduction even more formidable than his own.
At this moment, Li Qing was heading toward the North Province border.
Along the way lay countless undulating mountains and Gobi wastelands.
Most Northern Barbarian tribes lived in regions riddled with caves, using cave dwellings to ward off the northern winds while cultivating all kinds of shade-loving plants.
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