"The Emperor of Fertility's tomb? Isn't that the most dangerous place?"
Han Yueli frowned as she spoke.
Now, within the Holy Land, the strong contenders had mostly gathered around the Emperor of Fertility's tomb, hoping to snatch a piece of the pie.
The Prince Yan Nan, who had been spying on Chu Fengmian before, was very likely to be around the Emperor of Fertility's tomb as well.
Wasn't heading there now akin to seeking one's own death?
"Moreover, whether the news of the Emperor of Fertility's tomb opening is true or false, no one can be certain at present. Going there rashly now seems too risky, doesn't it?"
Han Yueli couldn't help but voice out.
Taking such a big risk for a piece of news with unknown authenticity indeed seemed unworthy.
"Rather than sitting ducks, it's better to take the initiative and seek opportunities."
Chu Fengmian's mind shifted as he spoke.