"Have you lost your mind? You want to be Emperor? You want to ascend to the heavens?"
Xing Hepu looked at Song Lin in disbelief.
Apart from the two brothers, Li Zhan and Li Ang, most other emperors were more or less ascended immortals.
Ascending immortal seemed to be some kind of mysterious Feng Shui bureau.
Apart from the masterminds behind the scenes, presumably the duo of Yuann Tiangang and his disciple, almost no one knew what happened after an emperor ascended.
Even Xing Hepu was in the dark.
Fate was a hazy black mist, elusive and profound, as if intentionally shrouded in a veil, impossible to decipher.
For Song Lin to act now was undoubtedly extremely dangerous.
"No worries, Li Zhan!"
Song Lin shouted loudly, and Li Zhan, who had been in seclusion not far away, quickly flew over.
"Master, what are your orders?"
"Do you have any brothers?"
