After leaving the Prince of Chu's Residence, Good Fortune Born lightly wiped the sweat from his brow, turning the matter over and over in his mind.
Something must have happened with the Eerie Mist, or Prince of Chu had seen through something and decided to put Ye Han to death, even going so far as to invoke the Imperial Martial Pavilion.
The Imperial Martial Pavilion had been established by the Founder of Great Qi when he founded the nation, and it held countless martial arts manuals and treasures from great sects across the realm.
The imperial court had an unwritten rule: whoever was appointed a general first had to enter the Imperial Martial Pavilion.
Throughout history, everyone who entered the Imperial Martial Pavilion and received a great inheritance or precious treasure became a heaven-favored prodigy.
Besides, his Fortune was so powerful. Once he entered the Imperial Martial Pavilion, he would surely obtain its greatest treasure.
The Imperial Martial Pavilion itself was immensely alluring, but Prince of Chu's attitude was even more important.
Prince of Chu had already said as much. If he did not show his loyalty, he would not survive three days.
But...
Good Fortune Born raised his head and looked ahead, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
*"I have weathered hardship after hardship. How could I walk back down the old road? Prince of Chu, Ye Han, Emperor Taining—they are all mere appearances. The essence of everything lies in the abilities and resources one holds. Back then, Ye Han and I fought until our heads were bloodied. And what came of it? Even if I help Prince of Chu, even if he becomes Emperor, without the ability to protect myself, would I not still end up retiring in disgrace—or worse, drinking poisoned wine beneath