Late at night, a pavilion on the peak of Mount Heavenbristle.

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with cold light. “Ol’ Jiu, I’ll give you a day. I want Chu Xiu’s portrait in every city in all thirteen provinces!”

“Yes, sir!” Weng Jiu solemnly acknowledged his orders.

“Offer a reward in the name of the imperial family. Anyone who provides reliable intelligence about Chu Xiu shall receive one thousand tier-five spirit stones!” said the middle-aged man.

He continued, “Should they kill Chu Xiu and deliver his head, I can break precedent and grant them status as a vice commander of Mount Heavenbristle’s imperial guards. They can cultivate on Mount Heavenbristle and receive the imperial family’s protection!”

Weng Jiu was stunned. “My lord, isn’t that reward a bit too…”

The middle-aged man said calmly, “Do as I say.”

“Yes, sir.” Weng Jiu was starting to understand. He might be doing this partially because Chu Xiu’s actions infuriated him, but more importantly, he’s trying to show Su Yi where he stands.

He wants Su Yi to know that the imperial family will do everything it takes to deal with Chu Xiu, no matter the cost!

How could Su Yi fail to appreciate such a gesture?

“Ol’ Shui.” The middle-aged...