Changling Temple.
In the vast blessed land, the ancestral masters of Changling lineage were talking to each other. Now that the world was in chaos, various Dao lineages were secretly supporting the dragons and snakes and adding fuel to the fire to fight for the dragon vein. But Changling lineage had Shen Ping's instructions, so they did not participate. Therefore, they were leisurely.
"It's a pity about Great Zhao."
"That's right. Back then, Great Zhao's Great Ancestor was so talented and strategic. Now, his descendants are getting worse and worse. It hasn't even been two thousand years since the founding of the country, but there are signs of collapse."
"If Emperor Fude had not suddenly died, perhaps Great Zhao could have continued the fate of the country for at least five hundred years after its resurgence."
"There was something fishy about Emperor Fude's death. In my opinion, it must have been done by one of the sects."
