“Find a scapegoat?” Li Juntang froze for a moment, not quite understanding. “I beg you, Mother, please elaborate.” “It’s simple. Hand over one of your powerful enemies --- those you can’t handle yourself --- to the God Kings of the Pantheon. Let them do the dirty work,” said Consort Spanner, the corners of her lips curling slightly. “For example, one of your two royal brothers, or any other major thorn in your side.” Li Juntang’s eyes lit up instantly. “Brilliant! Mother, your words are like a divine revelation!” Just moments ago, he had been consumed with panic and failed to see this possibility. The arrival of the Pantheon’s God Kings was not only a threat --- it was also an opportunity. If used wisely, their divine power could be the sword that eliminates his enemies. This way, not only would he resolve the immediate crisis, but he could also avoid offending the West Lucozia Prince’s household, and even use this borrowed knife to pave his own path to power. This wasn’t...