Zhang Yunshang had no idea what Li Xiang was playing at.
His move defied common sense. No matter how she worked it through, she could find no logic to it that served his interests.
But what did that matter?
Zhang Yunshang withdrew her assessing gaze, and the surprise in her eyes froze over once more.
She did not need to understand Li Xiang's motives.
She could treat it as repaying a favor—or as an investment.
Ever since Li Xiang had told her about the heart, she had suspected its owner had left something in reserve. Li Xiang, like her, was clearly a piece placed on this vast chessboard.
"I'll make them famous."
Zhang Yunshang did not ask why. She simply gave her word.
"Thank you."
Li Xiang clasped his fists and gave Zhang Yunshang a Martial Salute.
His thanks came from the bottom of his heart.
His path as a Martial Cultivator depended on it.
For the Boxer's advancement ritual, he needed ten renowned opponents of the same realm. In this information-starved Age of Chaos, finding them on his own would be like hunting for needles in the sea. Who knew how many years that would take?
The Tianjin Warlord behind Zhang Yunshang controlled the North's largest intelligence network and its most powerful voice. If she agreed, its publicity machine could turn them into legends with a flick of the hand, especially with the contest for the Blessed Land already drawing attention.
Once the disciples of various Professions who had reached the Third Round were hailed as prodigies and peerless fighters, they would be famous in the eyes of the world. By the Book of a Hundred Trades' criteria, that made them renowned figures who met the requirement.
They exchanged no further pleasantries. With their deal struck, Li Xiang turned