Mo Yangshuo roared with laughter. "With Young Master Marvel on our side, we're a tiger with wings. How can our great cause fail?"

Shen Miao glanced at Ning Chen with a smug smile.

A cold smile crept onto Ning Chen's lips. Mo Yangshuo clearly understood people. He knew Shen Miao loved face, so all he had to do was flatter him.

A man like Shen Miao — put him up on a pedestal and he was easy to handle.

Mo Yangshuo looked around and said loudly, "Fellows of the jianghu, the court has always looked on us as jianghu roughnecks and crude brawlers... This old man now sincerely invites you all to join us and do something great!

Truth be told, the court isn't as frightening as you all imagine. The imperial house can't even protect its own ancestors' tombs. What right does it have to sit secure on the throne of the Great Xuan?

I won't hide it from you: my Underworld Thieves' Sect has lain quiet for decades, and it made every preparation long ago... Dynasties rise and fall; that's the way of things. It's time the realm of the Great Xuan changed hands."

Every face changed.

The Underworld Thieves' Sect meant to rebel — they weren't even hiding it anymore.

"Old Feng, any minute now the old thing is going to bring up who you are."

Ning Chen whispered a few words in Feng Qizheng's ear.

Feng Qizheng gave a slight nod.

Mo Yangshuo went on, "Friends, join my Underworld Thieves' Sect now, and before long every one of you will be among the founding ministers of the dynasty. The Underworld Thieves' Sect will never shortchange anyone who does his part... When the day comes, we will share the glory with all of you.

And there's one very important thing I forgot to tell you. Back then, Prince Qi won great victories in war, but the late emperor framed him by vile means... and Prince Qi's family met a terrible end. By heaven's mercy, Prince Qi's bloodline survived.

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