Lu Bei watched Emperor Ji leave, to be precise, return to the scroll.
Without a word, he placed the opportunity in his chest. Ironically, an arbitrary sketch he picked up was one of the Nine Generations Incarnations of Emperor Ji. He did not know whether this luck was good or bad.
Glancing at his personal profile, the three infinite symbols should also indicate excellent luck.
"Next..."
Lu Bei closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. As everyone knows, fence-sitting is unpopular everywhere. He first acknowledged Yinglong as the boss, then acknowledged Emperor Ji as the elder brother, appearing to have his foot in both camps, offending people on both sides.
"That won't work. I can't be a fence-sitter who gets rich by staying low-key."
Lu Bei raised his hand, beckoning the black-winged golden-eyed eagle, who flew over and landed. With his toes touching the ground, he slowly sank into it.
