Emei Mountain.
On Chenhua's desk lay information about Xuan Country.
All government affairs since Song Lin's ascent to the throne were meticulously recorded.
"The vision isn't bad, but it's a pity..."
If it were an ordinary emperor, there might be hope of unifying Shenzhou, or at least maintaining a divided rule for decades.
But Song Lin had gone mad, choosing to ascend the throne.
Initially, Chenhua thought Song Lin was a pawn sent by some power, but now he dispelled that notion and somewhat believed Song Lin truly was a loose cultivator.
People from noble and righteous sects wouldn't be so foolish.
With that thought, Chenhua set aside the intelligence, no longer concerning himself with the matter, assigning others to keep an eye on it from time to time.
He was currently more concerned with the East Sea.
"Any news from the East Sea?"
Chenhua looked at Qiyun, his third-generation eldest disciple.
