The Martial Temple sent me to the Divine Capital to burn incense for thirty minutes!
Do they wish to protect me amidst this turmoil?
I don't believe it!
Chen Yuan always believed there was no such thing as a free favor in this world, except from one's own mother. All the talk of appreciating his demon-slaying merits was nothing but trivial trickery for children to him, having witnessed the darkness of the Court. When the Ten Evils broke through the pass earlier, the Martial Temple sent people to negotiate, but then disappeared completely.
Their appearance now must have another purpose!
He never shied away from assuming the worst in others, fearing he might be charmed to the Divine Capital only to be ambushed later.
Chen Yuan squinted, the golden gleam in his eyes like a golden snake flicking its tongue. He didn't accept the dharma decree from Xu Liang, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, just looked at him without speaking.
