Inside the hall.
Gratitude from the old Emperor echoed, "Many thanks to Daoist Fan Wu, there's no need for any psychological preparation now."
"Fine." Having said that, Fan Wu left under the puzzled gazes of a multitude of eunuchs, maids, and guards.
Moreover, he had the old Emperor's promise.
Fan Wu gained some conveniences provided by the Imperial Palace of the Great Zhou.
He perused some books in the palace.
He also looked at a map.
It took him less than half a day to memorize these things.
The sky had already darkened.
Fan Wu closed an ancient book and placed it back on a solid wood bookshelf.
"The Shangwu Dynasty is worth a visit," Fan Wu's face was filled with anticipation. He had no expectations for his own identity, whatever being a long-lost Crown Prince meant, it was completely irrelevant to him.
But from this identity, he could smell the scent of Free Attribute Points, and that alone was enough to set him on his way to the Shangwu Dynasty.
