Now it's only possible to speak of things within a hundred years; as for what happens after a hundred years, that's no longer the current situation. His masters are soon returning, and once they return, he won't be the one in charge anymore. Whether to fight or not, his word won't count.
Ling Tianyu has actually dug a pit for the Fuxi Realm or, more aptly, left them a hand.
Han Zhe is currently bringing over the families of Consort Jing and two civil and military officials. They will definitely be brought over within two days, and Consort Jing is not worried.
Ling Tianyu sits alone in the pavilion, sipping a glass of wine, contemplating matters. On the stone table lie pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, along with an imperial edict, clearly set to issue an edict.
"Are you going to pit the Fuxi Realm?" Xia Liu arrives, followed by Zhu Wushuang, the Madman, and Yu Lie.
