This kind of selection tournament, whether you join or not, is pretty meaningless. Not only meaningless, it's a huge waste of time.
Ling Tianyu took a sip of wine.
"Forget about signing up, but going to watch is fine," Ling Tianyu said. Anyway, it's already turned into a free-for-all; tearing the sky open is only a matter of time.
Besides, Ling Tianyu was thinking long-term. Their Emperor Lineage wants stability, the other two want chaos. Sure, helping them stir things up is one thing, but if the chaos gets beyond their control, can that still be called 'helping'?
It sure can't—that's called picking up a rock and smashing your own foot.
The two aren't craving chaos? Then give them chaos.
Ling Tianyu's considerations were very thorough.
"What's going on?" Gu Qing suddenly frowned. It was noisy outside; he quickly stood up, opened the window, and took a look.
"Looks like someone's heading out of the palace," Gu Qing said.
