"He's an incredibly ambitious individual," Mo Lian sighed.
"The fact that he set up this scheme a century ago suggests it may have been a mission passed down through generations."
"A family clan mission?"
"You could say that," Mo Lian nodded. "Or perhaps it's a sect's mission, or the legacy of a noble family, or even an inheritance from ministers or the imperial family."
"In that case, practically every major power in the Three Provinces becomes a potential suspect." Qiao Mu sighed in frustration.
There were at least 800 factions of various sizes in the Three Provinces. Trying to uncover clues about Heavenly Fate within this labyrinth of organizations was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it," Mo Lian smiled and squeezed her hand. "I'll move these bronze statues aside."
Qiao Mu shook her head and suggested disdainfully, "These bronze statues are unsettling to look at. Why don't we shatter them?"
