The Hall of Souls Enters the Plan

The mysterious Dou Ancestor who had appeared among the Snake-People Tribe was already enough to give Jia Xingtian a headache. Now a Dou Zun had appeared too. If that Dou Zun truly wanted the Jiama Empire, Jia Xingtian had no power to refuse.

Should I offer my allegiance to that expert? Perhaps that would protect the imperial family.

Jia Xingtian's thoughts were a tangled mess. He had lost all interest in the Alchemist Conference; all he could think about was how to preserve the Jiama imperial family.

As Jia Xingtian's old friend, Hai Bodong understood exactly what worried him.

He stepped forward and patted Jia Xingtian's shoulder. "Don't worry. If that person really is a Dou Zun, they could establish themselves comfortably in the Central Plains. Why would they covet a barren place like the Jiama Empire?"

"Even if the Jiama Empire does have something that catches their eye, you can cooperate willingly. The imperial family might gain a tremendous benefit from that Dou Zun as a result. With an opportunity like that, what are you worried about?"

Fa Ma agreed. "Hai Bodong is right. If it's fortune, it isn't disaster; if it's disaster, you can't hide from it. Better to face it openly than worry. Besides, what could the Jiama Empire possibly have that would tempt a Dou Zun? Perhaps they're merely passing through. Surely they haven't taken a liking to this barren land."

Jia Xingtian sighed. "I suppose that's all I can do. I hope that Dou Zun senior is a kind person."

He decided to sit tight for now rather than seek out the Dou Zun. Once the expert revealed themselves, he would act according to the situation.

If the Dou Zun never appeared, so much the better.

Down in the square, one man and one ghost