Over the next few days, with the arrival of Ye Yu's former subordinates, the entire Great Qin Capital gradually grew lively.
At the same time, the alliance requests sent out by Great Qin received responses.
The several small imperial dynasties nearby naturally agreed without hesitation, but without exception, nearly every sect rejected the proposal.
Only one minor sect from a prestigious lineage, the Flowing Cloud Sect, agreed.
Ye Yu was not surprised upon learning this. It was almost exactly the same as in his previous life.
The relationship between sects and imperial dynasties had always been like this since ancient times.
The only thing that surprised Ye Yu was the Flowing Cloud Sect. As far as he knew, the Flowing Cloud Sect was a third-rate sect dependent on the Qingyun Sect, yet this time, it had acted decisively.
However, Ye Yu did not dwell on it too much. With the nearby imperial dynasties joining them, it was already enough.
As long as Great Qin did not have to endure the first wave of impact.
Qin Wushuang stood atop the palace gates, watching more and more of Ye Yu's former subordinates arrive. Even after so much time had passed, they still maintained an appearance of iron discipline.
Only now did Qin Wushuang truly understand that when Ye Yu had pacified Great Flame, it had not been through luck.
"Father, are you really going to stand by and watch Ye Yu gather his forces? Aren't you afraid that he harbors ulterior motives?"
Compared to Qin Wushuang, Qin Han's expression was much uglier.
The more he looked at this force, the more his heart pounded with alarm.
"If he had any ulterior motives, this position of mine would have been his long ago. Han'er, Ye Yu's ambitions do not lie here. Rest assured."