Li Zhongnan nodded; it seemed the death of the Ghost King had already intensified the struggle for his throne. He then glanced at Lu Feng, sipped his tea, and said with deep meaning, "If you want that throne, perhaps I can offer you a helping hand..."
Lu Feng was slightly taken aback by his words.
Soon after, he smiled and said, "Mr. Li, are you joking?"
"No," Li Zhongnan replied flatly, "A nation cannot be without a ruler even for a day. The position of the Ghost King must naturally be succeeded by someone. To be honest, I don't quite like Lu Xingkong, nor that eldest brother of yours, Lu Xingyun, whom I have yet to meet but can surmise is a man of heavy authority. Amongst your brothers, you are the only one I have some semblance of favor for. If I were to choose, I would push you to ascend."
Lu Feng gazed at him and gradually fell into thought.
