"Everyone certainly believes in Wuyou Gong's promise."
"That's right, that's right!"
"Ah, yes, yes!"
Ji Jue mixed in with them, nodding frantically, still pretending to have a lame leg, curiously looking around.
Although he didn't know what these fools, still obsessed with restoring the Empire after hundreds of years, were thinking, at least the Empire's collections and resources, even if only a fraction of a fraction remains, are still an astronomical figure beyond counting.
Not to mention the intelligence and secrets passed down by word of mouth.
Evidently, the intelligence work over the years has been thorough enough. Even when delving into the temple, there was no uncertainty; every procedure and step had been considered.
Including the current Tower of Audience, a tightly sealed tower that, under the glow of a talisman, slowly opened to reveal its majestic interior.
