For the State Preceptor,
the greatest vision, or perhaps the goal worth dedicating one's life to, was singular — to break free from Da Xia's cage.
"Father Emperor."
At this moment —
The Seventh Prince, with a hint of self-doubt in his eyes, quietly said, "Lord National Master said that I will become the Xuantian First Sword Cultivator in the future, do you think I will?"
Xia Xundao's eyes flashed with helplessness, but after a long time, he still rasped, "You will."
...
At this time, Chen Qiu and his people had already left the Capital.
The scholar looked at Fat Long, whose face had been shadowed with a cold and vicious expression for quite some time, and couldn't help but ask with curiosity, "Fat Long, are you in a bad mood? You've kept that look for quite a while now, doesn't it tire you?"
