Amidst everyone's anticipation, Mo Liancheng casually dropped a line, "Change of heavens. The realm will change hands."
"..." Upon hearing this, some were shocked into a cold sweat.
If this truly happens, the Capital City will surely be washed in blood, rivers flowing red.
Each dynasty's transition signifies bloodshed. Mo Liancheng's words were calm, yet extremely ruthless.
Qin Ling regained his senses from his shock, suddenly laughed, "Master, do you want to be Emperor?"
"Not interested." Mo Liancheng replied without even thinking.
"I knew it! A person like Master, how could he possibly fancy being the mere Emperor of Moyang." Qin Ling said confidently, then ambitiously added, "If Master is to become, he'll be the master of the entire world."
Zhan Beilie's eyes were enthusiastic, "Young Master, how about you take over Moyang? We can then move step by step, gradually..."
"Shut up, all of you." Mo Liancheng rarely felt like rolling his eyes.
