My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Cheng Guang laughed and said, “Mr. Zhou, are you worried that I would take revenge on you because you helped Great Yuan invade Great Zhou in the past?”

Zhou Qingxu’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was still a bit of confusion in his eyes.

It seemed he was saying.

Is it not so?

Besides this reason, Zhou Qingxu really couldn’t understand what other purpose the Princely Heir Cheng Guang might have for inviting him over for tea and refusing to let him go.

Could it be that he saw his own strength and wanted to win him over?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingxu took another look at Cheng Guang and realized that Cheng Guang’s attitude towards him was mostly indifferent and did not particularly value him.

For a moment.

Zhou Qingxu’s heart was filled with suspicion.

Cheng Guang shook his head, slowly drank the tea in his cup, and then stood up slowly, going into the inner room.

Seeing Cheng Guang’s actions, Zhou Qingxu looked perplexed once again.

He looked around.

He felt like taking the chance to escape while Cheng Guang was in the inner room.

But then he thought about it.

If Cheng Guang were an ordinary Sky-Man, he might have a chance to escape, given his current seriously injured state.

But.

As the heir to the Duke of the State, Cheng Guang was enigmatic, and the chance of getting away from him was pitifully small.

So Zhou Qingxu merely entertained the thought before quickly giving up on the idea, sitting obediently by the tea table, absentmindedly sipping tea while glancing in the direction of the inner room.

After less than half an hour.

Cheng Guang walked out of the inner room with a brush and ink in one hand and rice paper in the other.

Cheng Guang returned to the front of the tea table, sat down, spread out the rice paper, inked his brush, and began to write on the paper.

Zhou Qingxu, seeing Cheng Guang doing this, was at first startled.

Then he became curious.

What was Cheng Guang going to write?

Did it have anything to do with him?

Zhou Qingxu peered over, trying to see what was emerging beneath Cheng Guang’s brush.

When he clearly saw the characters Cheng Guang had written with each stroke.

Zhou Qingxu’s complexion suddenly turned pale, a rush of color flooded to his face, and he stood up abruptly, moving so hastily that he even knocked against the tea table.

The teacups on the table were tipped over, rolling and falling to the ground with a “bang,” splashing water everywhere. At the same time, his eyes filled with shock.

“Great Tang?”

“Princely Heir, what do you mean by this?”

Cheng Guang calmly sat at the tea table, not at all surprised by Zhou Qingxu’s reaction, just slowly putting away his brush, blowing the ink dry on the rice paper, and nodding slightly as he examined the characters “Great Tang” he had written on the pristine white paper.

“Mr. Zhou, you didn’t intend to hide it at all,” he said.

“I was thinking of testing you to see if you knew about Great Tang.”

While saying so, Cheng Guang looked up at Zhou Qingxu, a faint smile flickering in his deep and dark eyes.

Zhou Qingxu couldn’t help but twitch his mouth slightly, then took a deep breath and his face regained its calm, “There’s no need for any testing.”

“Princely Heir, neither of us are fools; we’re both intelligent people. Some things don’t need to be said for me to understand your intentions.”

“You probably already know about Great Tang, and that I am a member of Great Tang.”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t write these characters of Great Tang in front of me.”

Cheng Guang, hearing what Zhou Qingxu had said, simply nodded indifferently in response.

Zhou Qingxu fell silent for a while, then couldn’t help but speak up again, “Princely Heir, may I ask, how did you come to know about Great Tang?”

“And how did you know that I am one of its members?”

“Our organization… has only just been established…”

“Logically, no one else should know about it.”

Zhou Qingxu spoke in a light tone, looking as if he was just casually inquiring.

But.

If one observed closely.

They would be able to see that Zhou Qingxu’s gaze was closely fixed on Cheng Guang as he asked these questions.

It was clear that inside, he cared greatly about the answer to this question, and it was not as indifferent or casual as he made it seem on the surface.

Cheng Guang’s eyes flashed upon hearing Zhou Qingxu’s words.

The Great Tang organization had just been established.

Which meant.

Perhaps there would still be some time before the confrontation between Heavenly Court and Great Tang?

If he could make use of Great Tang, or rather, join Great Tang and become one of its spokespeople, could he later use it to probe that lofty Heavenly Court?

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Cheng Guang could still have contact with Great Tang.

But the Heavenly Court.

Cheng Guang didn’t have the slightest clue about it.

Currently, Great Tang seemed very powerful, but compared to Heavenly Court, it was vulnerable.

Moreover, aside from Great Tang, it was likely that many other dynasties and many powerful individuals had never even seen the face of a Heavenly Court powerhouse.

As far as Cheng Guang knew.

In the timeline of the system, the real Princely Heir had been entirely unaware of the existence of Heavenly Court and even saw Great Tang as an unattainable entity.

From this one could see.

Great Tang wasn’t bad; it just seemed lacking compared to Heavenly Court, but compared to ordinary people and many other powers in the world, it was far stronger.

Cheng Guang thought ahead to future dealings with the unknown and lofty Heavenly Court, forming new plans.

While pondering, he faced Zhou Qingxu’s questioning without giving a direct response, merely laughing softly.

“How I came to know is not important, so don’t ask,” he answered.

“Compared to these trivial matters, I had only one purpose in inviting Mr. Zhou over.”