Almost everyone's eyes widened. Many behind Meng Huaichuan wore expressions of envy as they recalled what had happened to the Zhenyuan Marquis.
Ten years ago, disaster had struck the Zhenyuan Marquis's household. His son had been turned by the Demon Race and sold out military intelligence. Once the matter came to light, the entire clan had been escorted to the Divine Capital, where they faced the extermination of their whole family.
Yet in the end, the Zhenyuan Marquis's family had merely been demoted to commoners, and the old and young of his lineage had been preserved. Only the Zhenyuan Marquis's son had been executed, while the Zhenyuan Marquis himself had died in battle with the River Guard Army many days later.
Years afterward, someone revealed that the Zhenyuan Marquis had once obtained a Southern Token and asked the Dingnan Prince to plead with Emperor Taining. In the end, he had traded the lives of father and son to preserve his entire clan.
That Southern Token was nearly equivalent to half a Red-Inscribed Iron Writ or Death-Exemption Golden Plaque.
Everyone looked at Li Qingxian enviously, and finally understood whom Meng Huaichuan had toasted at Flower Sea Tower that day.
Li Qingxian recalled every scene from the last time he had been afflicted by Eerie, recalled the existence of Good Fortune Born, then looked at the dense mass of more than a hundred people behind Meng Huaichuan. Considering Meng Huaichuan's identity, if he entered that team, could he truly obey every order without question? He sighed, cupped his hands toward Meng Huaichuan, and said, "Young Master Meng, your generous invitation should not have been refused by Ye. But Ye has hidden difficulties that cannot be spoken of. Otherwise, with Young Master Meng's kindness and my relationship with Xiao Yi, I would naturally