Fuxi looked at him as though he were an idiot. This fellow wanted to catch a white wolf with his bare hands-something for nothing.
The envoy understood what Fuxi was thinking and hurried to explain, "Marshal Fulong, please don't misunderstand. Just tell me what you want, and I'll make sure you get it. But I must be the one to present these Formation Flags."
"As the saying goes, things get done when you know the right people."
"I've served the Ziwei Emperor for a long time. My strength may be lacking, but our ties run deep!"
"And there's something else you need to know. I can promise you that I won't take a single penny of whatever the Ziwei Emperor rewards us with. All I want is his favor. Understand?"
Fuxi gave him a long, searching look. This fellow really was an expert at political maneuvering.
He was bent on climbing higher, whatever the cost. Had he been serving a mortal dynasty, he would certainly have been an exceptionally capable man.
Unfortunately, he was in the Heavenly Court, and the Heavenly Court was not a place that valued such things.
The Heavenly Court had its own rules. Without sufficient strength, no amount of scheming would do him any good.
But as Fuxi considered his talent, he shook his head helplessly.
This fellow's talent was ordinary. Reaching the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm was already his limit. If he wanted to climb any higher, he would probably have to take some crooked paths.
In Fuxi's view.
Currying favor with the Ziwei Emperor might help, but its benefits would likely be extremely limited.
The Ziwei Emperor himself was only at the peak quasi-saint stage.
That was probably his limit.
As for taking another step and becoming a Sage.
His talent would not