"Self-obsessed and mad, how could divine fate ever protect such a person? Even without us, this Ninth Prince would never make anything of himself."
Within the Xianheng Hotel, Shi Yingqiong looked at the scene beneath the Mountain and River Map and suddenly made an assessment.
It has to be said, it's extremely accurate.
Tao Qian shared her views; he had seen many ambitious people.
But those who truly had the means and schemes were still few.
Like Zhu Qi, he didn't even deserve the title 'ambitious,' and no wonder he had a bunch of foolish followers—other than his own father, not a single one was loyal.
Even without Tao Qian and the National Salvation Congress, Zhu Qi would never be able to refine the Mountain and River Map and become the so-called Saint.
His achievements would be snatched away by Huang Chong in collaboration with Zhang Jiudeng.
"I don't know about divine fate, but I do know that this guy is good at putting on a show."
