The expedition to the Imperial Tomb Secret Realm ended successfully, and every nation and faction gained something to a greater or lesser extent.
Li Yuangang sat dejectedly aboard the Flying Boat. Since leaving the secret realm, he had already sighed several times in succession.
In truth, he had begun to feel a trace of regret over expelling Yun Che.
This young man, Yun Che, seemingly could not be judged by conventional standards at all.
Whenever he thought there was no way to turn things around, Yun Che always managed to escape danger through various means.
Li Yuangang asked Cao Taichun, who stood waiting to attend him, "Taichun, tell me, did I truly make a mistake this time?"
Cao Taichun looked respectful, but inwardly, he had long since unleashed a torrent of curses. If his strength had allowed it, he probably would have already slapped Li Yuangang hard twice.
In that instant, Cao Taichun inwardly ranted like mad.
What fucking use is regretting it now? I was on my knees before you not long ago!
And what did you do? You wouldn't listen to a single word. You even put on airs and accused me of teaching you how to do your job!
What fucking good is having a heart-to-heart with me now? You might as well flick your dick, you old bastard!
Cao Taichun said calmly, "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, we should find a way to repair our relationship with Yun Che. Even if he truly intends to leave Great Yuan, we should maintain some contact with him."
Li Yuangang frowned, displeasure on his face. "But I have already publicly declared that we are severing ties with him. If I now extend goodwill to him, wouldn't I be going back on my word and making myself a laughingstock?"