While Zence Matten said that he had to become the emperor, a sincere light flashed in his eyes for the first time. The Third Prince's methods of doing things were all vicious. If a man like him became the emperor, it would be hard for his brothers such as Zence Matten to live.
Zence Matten thought to himself, "These friends of mine… these important future subordinates of mine. That is right. Important subordinates!"
Zence Matten quickly corrected the thought that popped out in his mind and continued thinking, "These important future subordinates of mine will be in danger as well."
It was another full day on the road, and the sun was setting.
Standing in the territory of the Frontier, Qian Jin took a deep breath; this was truly the air that contained freedom. The spiritual suppression that these people were under in the last while was hard to describe.
Relieved smiles appeared on everyone' face.
