"Was this something they decided on in the spur of the moment or was it something that had been stirring in them, specifically her?" Yang Qing muttered as his gaze lingered on the name Duan Qui.
"How did they manage to acquire the cooperation of the Golden Bamboo Pavilion? Though the coffers of the red maple spirit were likely to be substantial be it in terms of quality or quantity, could it be enough to draw the attention of the Golden Bamboo Pavilion or was there something else?" mused Yang Qing as he thought of a few possibilities.
There were a lot of questions surrounding the Red Maple Empire, especially when it concerned its formation during the early days.
When Yang Qing read through it, no matter how many accounts he read through, he always felt like the story had a lot of relevant missing gaps, and he didn't know whether that was deliberate or accidental.