No one knows that the second floor of the most dilapidated "Drunken Immortal Building" in the capital hides the most terrifying situation in the world.
Li Mu held the tea cup and watched the spies from the nine sects downstairs vying for information. He listened to the "Qingfu Pavilion" meticulously making insects on the beams to send messages.
On the table is a handwriting written by the newly summoned bearded guest: "Three overseas islands are willing to build thousands of ships for the young master."
"Sir, the Monument of Destiny has revealed another prophecy." The book boy handed over a secret report.
He opened it casually and saw the words "Great Chu will be destroyed, and the new master will come from Yan."
He tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, and the summoned Red Thread Girl turned into a wisp of red shadow, and the flying needle penetrated the secret message from the uterus of the Crown Prince of Yan thousands of miles away.
"Is Heaven going to decide who will belong to the world?" He raised his eyes and looked out the window at the falling snow, "But this chessboard has long been in my hands."
