"Su Chengyu?"
The middle-aged man puzzled for a second, then found this nonchalant name in his mind and spoke softly.
"It doesn't matter—just a minor character. After using him to find the Dragon Cave, you can decide his fate. No need to consult me."
"Understood, sir."
Shinazugawa Tengen bowed his head in silence, a flicker of murderous intent accidentally passing through his eyes.
Although His Majesty the Emperor had not spoken explicitly, he had understood the other's intentions.
If Su Chengyu could be of use to Dongying, he might live; if not, there would be no need for him to stay alive.
Having just arrived at Mount Fuji, Su Chengyu suddenly sneezed, a mysteriously weird chill on his back prompting him to immediately look around, yet he noticed no one's presence.
"Master, is something wrong?"
Yu Yanshu, who had accompanied Su Chengyu to Mount Fuji, noticed his anomaly and asked in confusion.
Su Chengyu shook his head: "Nothing, just a bad feeling."
