“I’m not alone either.”

He had never been alone.

Lingxu City and the heavenly gods were powerful enough to make any individual feel ashamed of their own smallness and insignificance. If he did not have Panlong City behind him, he would never have dared act as he did now.

Panlong City was one of his pillars. Even if he could not see or touch it, it still let him move forward with a steady heart, free of fear and hesitation.

Was that not exactly how faith was?

Still, the mirror sounded dissatisfied as it said, “That sounds a little forced.”

“Then think about this, of all the places Fang Canran could have made a living, why did he insist on coming to Lingxu City?” He Lingchuan smiled. “Everyone under heaven yearns for Lingxu City, but he should be one of the exceptions. For Shao Jian’s descendants, the risks here are far greater than the opportunities. Just look at me. If I had nothing to gain here, I’d stay as far from Lingxu City and the heavenly gods as possible.”

That was a spiritual distance, an instinctive choice.

“You mean the organization behind him stationed him in Lingxu City?”

“Is there any identity more convenient for gathering intelligence and carrying out operations than the chief steward of a powerful noble clan’s business?”...