Amid drifting clouds and mist, brilliant light rose through a shimmering haze, like an immortal paradise.
Zhu Yan and Fatty Yan knelt prostrate, reporting to a bank of mist on recent events in the martial world, particularly Chen Yuan's recent movements in Yanzhou.
A moment later, the drifting mist condensed into a face: the Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto.
"Tsk, tsk. Truly a man blessed with tremendous fortune. He can already slay a Ninth-Realm Heavenly Profound expert so soon. His fortune is even greater than Lü Chongyang's or Ning Canghai's!"
The Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto clicked his tongue, greed appearing on that face.
He had lived through long ages and looked down upon the world, yet Heaven insisted on opposing him, stripping away his fortune so that whenever success was within his grasp, someone blessed with the greatest fortune of the age would defeat him.
If he possessed half their fortune-no, even thirty percent-he could attain the supreme seat.
"My lord, I recently recruited some people and placed them in the Imperial Court. They have sent word that the Imperial Court seems to be planning to move against Chen Yuan."
Fatty Yan suddenly spoke.
"Oh? The Imperial Court? The Great Xia Court's fortune has already waned. Even its Dragon Vein has begun to tremble and drift loose. It might fall apart at any moment.
"For the present Imperial Court to try to kill someone blessed with tremendous fortune would be difficult beyond measure.
"Still, the Imperial Court has not yet collapsed completely. It continues to hold the fortune of the Central Plains.
"Chen Yuan was previously shrouded in a layer of mist. If the Imperial Court acts now, the Dragon Vein will certainly fluctuate. Perhaps it will strike that mist? It is worth making another divination!"
As his words