Uprising.
This wasn't the first time Li Xian had heard this word.
But he had never imagined this word would be used against him.
Perhaps, in essence, the so-called "uprising" is merely a prettified form of betrayal.
But who can say with certainty that all betrayals in this world are wrong?
After talking with He Shuo, Li Xian kept pondering this question over and over.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't give himself a definitive answer.
So, he could only try to convince himself to wait a little longer, to observe a little more, and to give things a bit more time.
What if the situation changes?
What if it isn't necessary to go down that path?
The hope was faint, but not entirely hopeless, right?
After leaving He Shuo's temporary residence, Li Xian returned to his own place.
He was worried that the Supreme Army sent by the Holy Hall to "oversee" the battle might question his whereabouts, but in reality, no one cared about his movements.
