Seeing the eager look on his face, the old man realized for the first time just how annoying it could be when these princes and princesses were so dedicated to the Martial Dao.
He couldn't help but wave his hand. "Forget it, forget it. Go on. If you find your answer in the future, you can come and tell me. I can even help you ascend to the throne!"
Li Chang'an smiled and started up the wooden stairs to the second floor. Only then did he call back, "If I wanted to be the Emperor, I'd just do it. I don't need anyone's support!"
What he said could be considered an act of high treason.
But the old man was stunned for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh. "You're right! If you want to be the Emperor, just do it. You don't need anyone's support. If all your brothers and sisters had your resolve, how could I ever worry about the prosperity of our Great Derivation?"
Clearly, after so many years, he had developed an entrenched belief.
