Tang Dynasty, Chang'an.
In Li Shimin's bedchamber, Zhangsun Wugou and the others remained, still waiting anxiously.
None of them looked particularly well.
From what they had just witnessed, they could tell that Li Chengqian was no longer the same as before. He had actually become an immortal.
Yet beneath their excitement, they still harbored worries.
After all, however powerful Li Chengqian was, he had only cultivated for a few decades. How could he contend with an organization like the Netherworld, which had stood for countless ages?
"Brother, do you think Chengqian can succeed?" Zhangsun Wugou's eyes were filled with worry.
Looking at the middle-aged man before her, she could not help asking.
He was none other than Zhangsun Wuji.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were also filled with concern.
He had been handling affairs of state earlier and had not seen Li Chengqian himself, so he could not say anything definite. Besides, although he was a second-rank official, he was still only a mortal. What could he possibly know about immortals and gods?
Ah!
He sighed helplessly before finally saying slowly, "Don't worry, little sister. Chengqian will surely be all right."
"After all, since he dared enter the Netherworld, that must mean he has some confidence."
Despite saying that, he had no confidence whatsoever himself.
Meanwhile, nearly all the Tang Dynasty's renowned ministers, including Li Jing, Li Ji, Fang Xuanling, and Du Ruhui, had gathered in the room.
They were all waiting anxiously.
After all, Li Shimin was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. How could they not be anxious when something like this had suddenly happened to him?
In ancient times, the emperor was heaven itself.
If Li Shimin truly could not awaken, who would inherit the throne? That would be a struggle over the very