"I used to underestimate him, but he really is someone worth noting. Compared to him, Yan Feng falls short."
Di Wushuang's lips curled into a smile:
"Let them fight. To become an emperor, one needs a rival. Otherwise, it would be too lonely."
"Your Majesty, aren't you going?"
The white-haired elder looked at Di Wushuang.
With Di Wushuang's abilities, it's possible to go to Su Jing.
Though they were labeled as north and south, they aren't actually that far apart.
Before the apocalypse, a high-speed train took just over three hours.
With Di Wushuang's power, suppressing Wang Hao now would be easy and enjoyable.
"Of course not."
Di Wushuang glanced at him and said casually:
"The south is currently a scattering of sand; it's best if someone brings it together. I'll stabilize the north first and wait for the right time to make decisive moves."
"But..."
"Are you worried about raising a tiger only to create future troubles?"
