Arrival in Xinzheng (1)

If it was only a conflict between the Path of Benevolence and the Path of Hegemony,

Ying Zheng could tolerate it.

Yin and yang were originally one.

The Path of Benevolence and the Path of Hegemony could also merge into one.

As Lü Buwei's disciple, Ying Zheng's ideals naturally leaned toward the School of Miscellaneous Thinkers. Put bluntly, he was a pragmatist. Whoever's proposals benefited him and the Qin Kingdom, he would make use of them.

It was rare to encounter someone who understood him so well.

Or rather, someone who shared his ambitions.

Ying Zheng truly did not want to let Ye Qingcang leave.

But matters had come to this.

Other than accepting it, there was no other choice.

Yes.

There was a Grandmaster behind him.

The leader of the Black Ice Platform.

Perhaps he could make a move and capture Ye Qingcang.

But that was merely a possibility.

He knew of Netherworld's Grandmasters. Even if he had never met them, he had heard their names. Although Yan Ri stood on his side, on the Qin Kingdom's side, and Hei Bai Xuan Jian was insane—practically useless—the other five Grandmasters were still poised to act. No one could say how many Sword Masters were protecting Ye Qingcang, much less determine Ye Qingcang's own strength and cultivation.

The risks of acting were too great.

If it failed, they would become mortal enemies.

So, after thinking it over carefully, Ying Zheng still gave up on the thought of issuing the order.

He also accepted the fact that Netherworld was leaving the Qin Kingdom.

The only comforting news was that from now on, he no longer needed to worry about assassination attempts from Netherworld. This was the promise given to him by Netherworld's new leader. He had failed to win the grand prize,