"You're different from other people. Look at all those illustrious lords at court-which of them doesn't have depths as vast as the ocean behind him? Your background couldn't be cleaner. Apart from us eunuchs, His Majesty trusts literary cultivators most-or rather, can only trust them most. After all, of all the great powers, which ones aren't eyeing the Golden Throne Hall and the Nine-Dragon Throne, aside from literary cultivators and Dao cultivators? Besides, the Fate Measuring Sect behind you no longer exists. That makes you a Fate Arts Master raised by the court, the first of your kind. More importantly, you started late. Even if you have old ties with Daren Zhou Chunfeng, there's a generation between you, and you have absolutely no connection to the previous commander of the Night Guard, the late crown prince. Tell me, with a background like yours, how could His Majesty not like you?"
Li Qingxian rolled his eyes at Fei Yan. "Most importantly, my late father offended a whole heap of people. His political enemies fill half the court. Apart from clinging tight to His Majesty's thigh, I have no one to lean on."
Fei Yan gave a couple of dry chuckles.
Li Qingxian returned to his room and mulled over Fei Yan's words again and again. The more he considered them, the more he felt there was a great deal to learn from them.
Still, what matters most is my own strength.
Li Qingxian took a nap, then got up and walked around. Those above still hadn't decided how to proceed.
The last batch of reinforcements had arrived. Li Qingxian met with He Lei, handed over command of Sections A and B to him, then returned to his room.
Several days had passed since his advancement to the ninth rank, and his