Yang Qing had thought that the Hidden Clan's last settlement admitted only their own clanspeople and the inheritors with special bloodlines whom the Old Clan Chief had mentioned.
But now, Wood's words made Yang Qing realize that much of what the Old Clan Chief had told them had been less than truthful.
For instance, the wards here could not stop Emperor Zhetian.
Now, that legendary turtle had slowly surfaced on the Lake, signaling that outsiders had invaded the Hidden Clan.
Was this so-called "outsider" Emperor Zhetian?
If it was not him, it was someone connected to him.
If that was truly the case, did that not mean Yang Qing would have to face Emperor Zhetian before he was ready?
He could still vividly recall the expression on Emperor Zhetian's face when the emperor had looked at him with a hint of pity.
Were they truly about to cross blades so soon?
Not only did Yang Qing lack confidence, but Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou felt the same.
Although the Old Clan Chief had awakened their Divine One Bloodline, no one knew just how powerful it was.
Before this, no one had ever awakened it this way and fought alongside its power.
Thus, no one knew what energy this bloodline truly possessed.
Yet even the Divine Turtle, said to exist only in legends, had revealed its true form before them. Yang Qing could not help wondering how he should respond if he and Emperor Zhetian met on a narrow road with no room to pass.
In terms of fighting prowess, Emperor Zhetian had risen by leading armies into battle and pacifying the realm, while Yang Qing was merely a strategist whose hands could lift nothing and whose shoulders could bear no load.
Strategists excelled at thought rather than action; that was