Inside the mountain god temple.
Listening to Guan Feng, Han Chan frowned deeply. "If we help him do what he wants done, what do we get in the end?"
Guan Feng bent down and sat in a chair, picked up his teacup, and weighed the advantages and disadvantages. "If the Blood Pill and Soul Banner plans succeed, the Southern Border will inevitably descend into chaos. For Great Qian, that will naturally be a contribution no one can deny. You personally led the Yuqilin Party in laying this scheme and put yourself in danger. Such a great achievement will be enough for you all to rise again within the Great Qian Court."
"Second, with someone in the Court helping us, our chances will be better. Once it succeeds, I get Qingliang Prefecture, you get an unparalleled achievement, and he takes the destiny. All three of us win." Guan Feng sipped his tea and added, "And with his covert assistance, withdrawing from the Southern Border will be very easy."
Han Chan paced through the temple and sighed. "Slay the Dragon and Seize Its Fortune—is easier said than done. Prince Ren is the leading candidate to become the Southern Border's crown prince. If we touch him, Emperor Wanwu could very well lose all reason."
"Once the Southern Border falls into chaos, he'll have his hands full. And with the Great Qian Court protecting us, what can he do to us?" Guan Feng said quietly. "This plan certainly carries enormous risks. But only if it succeeds can shadowy people like us, hiding in corners, ascend to the halls of power and gain a foothold."
"Phew...!"
Han Chan let out a long, heavy breath. After weighing the pros and cons, he nodded slightly. "Then let's do it."
He had never been indecisive. Once he had