When Cao Xuan left, rain actually began falling over Xiushui Commandery.
Dark clouds pressed down overhead, and the rain pattered softly, a perfect reflection of Cao Xuan's mood.
Chu Xisheng also paced over to the window and gazed out at the rain.
His eyes burned brightly. "Senior Dan, you saw what just happened. What do you think?"
"I feel that things are far from easy for you, Banner Lord."
Dan Xuefei felt considerable admiration.
Just thinking about Chu Xisheng's current predicament made her scalp prickle.
The man was practically sitting on a volcano that could erupt at any moment and blast him into the sky.
Yet somehow, he handled everything with ease. Not only was the gang safe for the moment, he had even coaxed a pack of people harboring ulterior intentions into serving him.
Still, Dan Xuefei now felt somewhat more reassured about Chu Xisheng. He might have ties to Great Ning's Imperial House, but he could never be on the same side as the Son of Heaven.
"If I were you, Banner Lord, I would simply abandon the Iron Banner Gang's holdings and hide on Formless Divine Mountain without ever coming out."
Chu Xisheng laughed heartily. "But what about my Myriad Heavens Rite? I still have to come out to find secret medicines. That is not the path of the strong. Even if I master the Divine-Intent Death-Touching Saber in the future, I could never attain the Blood-Yazi Saber Lord's might that way."
He swept his sleeve. "Enough idle talk. Sister Xuefei, you belong to the Red Dragon Lineage, don't you? I would like your people to help me cultivate an Imperial Way Secret Art. The Seven Protectors of War won't do. That secret art is too weak, and the Great Ning Imperial House compiled and disseminated it