Li Lie returned carrying the Great Cauldron, and the hot pot immediately smelled much better. Unfortunately, the soldiers never even had a chance to catch its aroma, and Lu Xiong did not get a single hot mouthful either. They broke camp early that morning and left Tong Pass in a vast, rolling procession, heading toward Sishui Pass.
Zi Shou had no intention of returning to Chaoge. Now that he was out, he would not go back so easily. Without the likes of Yang Ren and Shang Rong muttering in his ears, he could enjoy some peace and quiet.
Besides, Tong Pass was closer to Sishui Pass, making it easier for him to micromanage.
Zi Shou rode in the Imperial Carriage to see them off. Looking up into the distance, he saw the Western Expedition Army stretching for dozens of miles.
This time, he had gained a deeper understanding of the so-called Great Tribulation. Even if he did not want to fight and delayed again and again, large-scale war would come in the end.
Although he had changed quite a few things since coming to this world, the overall course had barely shifted. The investiture of the gods was still the investiture of the gods: the great cultivation powers above were ultimately pulling the strings. Without transcending the Heavenly Dao, he could not wrench things off their course.
Zi Shou had few options. He could only scrape together a little Foolishness Value and do his best. Fortunately, he finally had a surplus now.
Good people were rare, and so were bad people. Ordinary people who were neither good nor bad were the norm.
Zi Shou was just such an ordinary person, neither thoroughly good nor thoroughly bad. He knew perfectly well what Foolishness Value could do, yet he could only gaze