"Long-term?"
Knowing the other's true identity, Deng Wuchang naturally understood the meaning.
"There's no rush for that."
Chen Sansi said, "Give me a reply after a year."
Sky Wall City still needs external cultivators.
But to get the other's agreement, it seems the Great Han must survive the crisis to come first.
"In that case, we shall take our leave."
Deng Wuchang and Zi Nan left one after the other.
Inside the room, only Chen Sansi and the eunuch remained.
"Thud—"
Dongfang Jingxing heavily knelt on the ground: "This slave deserves death!"
"Oh?"
Chen Sansi looked at him, intentionally asking, "What crime have you committed?"
"This slave should not have presumptuously made decisions, swearing on behalf of Your Majesty,"
Dongfang Jingxing gritted his teeth and said, "I just couldn't stand seeing that cultivator with the surname Qu demeaning the imperial authority. If it weren't necessary to use him, I would have had him refined into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!"
