"Will the realm still have three to five good years?"
"It will not take that long. The Grand Rite... forget it. Remember this: you must never spread what I told you. If it leaks, you and I will see our ten clans exterminated."
"Master, rest assured. This servant would not dare joke with either your life or mine."
"Sleep."
Divine Capital, Gai Fengyou.
As the sect master of the Fate of Wind Sect, after advancing to Second Rank, his status had risen like the tide.
As the Divine Capital's vanguard against the Idle Prince, he had won the Jie Faction's deep favor and had even nearly received an audience with the Emperor. Unfortunately, the matter of Devil-Transforming Mountain had delayed it.
These days, Gai Fengyou was busy from dawn to dusk, expanding his connections and growing ever closer to the forces opposing the Idle Prince.
Night fell. Gai Fengyou removed his long robe, let out a long sigh, and slumped weakly into his chair.
Without the bearing of a sect master, he was merely a weary old man, like a crumpled ball of paper.
For the Emperor, he had exhausted the last of his old life, hoping that when the Emperor took command of the realm, he would not forget him.
Whenever he thought of Heavenly God Descends to the Mortal Realm, Gai Fengyou's heart surged like the tides.
The Emperor truly was the Emperor.
He had not followed the wrong man.
The Communication Talisman Disc rang. The moment Gai Fengyou heard it, his heart sank.
"Old Gai, your words truly were the counsel of an experienced man. Small Fate Sects like ours cannot be fence-sitters. We should first slowly observe the times and gauge the situation; choosing at the final moment will not be too late. Thanks to your