In the Wu Hou State, every trace of the Divine Way had been destroyed. Now, even its ancestral State Deity had been wiped out.
The Netherworld and the Mortal World formed each other's foundations. Yin alone could not endure; yang alone could not grow.
Even if the Mortal World still had its foundations, those of the Divine Way in the Netherworld had been utterly destroyed. The state was already a Giant with feet of clay, imposing only on the surface.
The slightest setback would bring it crashing down in a chain reaction, like falling dominoes.
Even if the Azure Sea True Void Palace could restore the Wu Hou State's fortunes now, it would likely take a hundred, a thousand times more effort than destroying them had. If Tang Changsheng were in their place, he certainly would not do it...
Most importantly, Tang Changsheng was no important direct disciple of the Azure Sea True Void Palace...
These thoughts churned through Tang Changsheng's mind, but his expression did not change. "Fine. I'll go back and speak to my Master's Sect! Can you let me leave now...?"
Marquis Wu glanced instinctively at Madam Hu. She smiled. "Of course. But wouldn't that make us seem terribly rude? Since we're asking for your help, Master Tang, we naturally wouldn't expect you to work for nothing."
At her words, someone brought out a Treasured Artifact, walked over, and placed it in Tang Changsheng's hands.
"A Marching Bag?" Tang Changsheng said in surprise. He recognized it: the unassuming but exceedingly valuable Marching Bag he had seen in the treasury last time.
"You're giving this to me?" Tang Changsheng was baffled.
"Of course not. This is a vital military asset, and it may be of little use to you, Master Tang. What I want to give you is