The carriage was so quiet that only Xie Chongyang's heavy breathing could be heard. He stared at the white porcelain bottle in his hand, trembling all over.
Others might not know how much this white porcelain bottle was worth, but he knew perfectly well. With a hundred Innate Grandmasters, the entire Xie Household would possess the power to sway this country!
With that power, influencing imperial authority-or even replacing it-would be child's play!
Xie Chongyang looked at Ouyang with a complicated gaze. He knew full well that this was Ouyang's overt scheme, exploiting the greed deep within his heart. But could he really refuse?
The Xie Household had spent centuries in Maple Leaf City, content with their little corner, unable even to wipe out the few hundred mountain bandits outside the city.
The Xie Household had always valued literary pursuits over martial arts. Though they wanted to change this, their descendants lacked the physical constitution to practice martial arts, so the Xie Household had always shown weakness before the surrounding lords.
But with these hundred Innate Grandmasters, would there be anything in the entire Tang State that the Xie Household dared not lay their hands on?
Raise an army in rebellion?
That was a grave crime punishable by the extermination of nine degrees of kinship, especially with that man in the imperial city who regarded power as his second life!
Accept, or refuse.
The struggle played out repeatedly in Xie Chongyang's eyes. On one side lay the greatest opportunity for his Lineage to rise; on the other, the grave crime of rebellion and the extermination of nine degrees of kinship!
Gritting his teeth, Xie Chongyang clutched the white porcelain bottle tightly and said, "Immortal, are you speaking of rebellion before His Highness to test the Xie Household's loyalty? Rest assured,