Chapter 11662 — What Happened Today
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The great lords of every faction could not help but feel a quiet dread.
If Wei Zhao really swallowed this whole wave of elite fighters, his bloc's overall fighting strength was bound to surge yet again.
By then, aside from the unfathomable Wei Zhao himself, he would command not only those mad beasts of the Ten Great Sinners but also this great host of core strength defected from Prince Qi's Manor—Wei Zhao's faction would have truly come into its own, with no substantive weakness left!
The crux was that at this juncture it was already too late for them to stop it.
Never mind how many elite fighters they might attract—the mere chance of provoking Wei Zhao was enough to make them weigh the matter carefully back and forth.
What if Wei Zhao, heedless of the warrior's code, simply led the Ten Great Sinners to their door?
Unthinkable.
In the end, the great lords of every faction, without prior agreement, all gloomily reached the same conclusion.
"The sky over the Inner Royal Court is truly about to change."
After all, Prince Qi's Manor was one of the Seven Great Manors, and by common consent a power that could stand shoulder to shoulder with Prince Qin's Manor.
By the reckoning of the vast majority, this was a top-tier force as immovable as thunder—however the times rose and fell, the Seven Great Manors were the anchor, the ones forever seated serenely by the fishing platform.
Many even believed that should the Inner Royal Court itself collapse, the Seven Great Manors would not.
And then today, Wei Zhao had opened their eyes for them in no uncertain terms.
The august Prince Qi's Manor had been shattered in a single wave, just like that.
In truth, if you insisted on the details, Wei Zhao himself was rather baffled by it all.
It was his people who had wiped out the Eight Elite Guards, yes—but everything that happened inside the ancestral shrine was truly not a scheme of his making.
The gaunt old man's final lapse into despair and cold indifference had, in fact, little to do with him.
It was just that the mood had been built up to such a pitch that even if Wei Zhao stepped forward to clarify, others would only take it for modesty.
At that moment, Zhang Tailing cupped his hands to Wei Zhao: "Young Hero Lin, let us part ways here."
This affair of Prince Qi's Manor had begun with his disciple, and in the end had forced him to kill with his own hand his last disciple, Li Hongshou.
Even setting aside those horrifying, blood-red ancient apes that came after, for a Daoist like him this had already been an ordeal impossible to erase, one that truly demanded time to digest.
But Wei Zhao called him back.
"Did the Daoist Master not promise to have a good talk with me about the resonance between Heaven and Man?"
Zhang Tailing could not help but look utterly taken aback.
He had promised, yes—but at the time it had been somewhat a matter of courtesy.
Besides, even if they truly meant to discuss it, surely there was no need to seize this very moment—why such urgency?
Yet Wei Zhao gave him no chance to decline gracefully, inviting him outright: "A chance meeting beats a formal invitation. Why not come to my Night's End Palace for a talk, Daoist Master?"
A peak Venerable of the early Heaven Tier was no common commodity, after all; even in today's Inner Royal Court, thick with old monsters, one did not simply run into such a figure.
Even if he could not bring the man straight aboard, a character like Wei Zhao would naturally not pass up the chance to seek some instruction.
All the more so since Wei Zhao was genuinely intrigued by the man's resonance between Heaven and Man.
Zhang Tailing hesitated a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Then this poor Daoist will impose upon you."
Watching Zhang Tailing follow Wei Zhao to the Night's End Palace, the great lords of every faction could not help but mutter to themselves once more.
Wei Zhao's faction was truly about to take off!