Inside the room, Xia Wanqing looked at him and asked, "What was that just now?"
"What?" Xu Zimo looked at her.
"That ribbon."
"I have no idea what material that ribbon was made of. Sharp, wasn't it?" Xu Zimo said.
"You offended the Second Prince this time. That wasn't rational," Xia Wanqing said.
"How can life have so much rationality?" Xu Zimo replied.
"Actually, the Second Prince came to the Tianwu Sect this time for another purpose as well," Xia Wanqing said.
Xu Zimo looked at her in confusion.
"The struggle for the throne is extremely brutal. Not only does one need personal strength, one also needs the support of many outside forces," Xia Wanqing said.
"He wants the support of our Tianwu Sect. Once he inherits the throne, our Tianwu Sect can rise again in the Star River Empire."
"Did your grandfather agree?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Grandfather said the fight for the throne was like dragons battling tigers. One wrong step, and the consequences would be unbearable."
"A small sect like the Tianwu Sect cannot casually involve itself," Xia Wanqing said.
"He was still considering it."
"Not getting involved is the right choice," Xu Zimo said.
"Be careful that one day, everyone and everything in the Tianwu Sect ends up bearing the Chen surname.
"Look at Li Xiaoyuan. Hadn't he already become the Second Prince's hawk and hound?"
"Just take care of yourself. You offended the Second Prince, so you'd better be careful," Xia Wanqing said.
After chatting for a while, Xia Wanqing left.
Xu Zimo slowly stretched out his hand, streams of Emperor Qi coiling around his palm.
This feeling of possessing power was truly wonderful.
He walked out of the courtyard and looked at the Seven-Winged Demonic Dragon standing guard at the entrance.
With a light tap