Perhaps because An Ning's mother had arrived, the welcome banquet, which should have lasted a while longer, ended very quickly.
An Ning and Li Tianming returned to the War God Vortex first.
Zi Yunyue, the "Sky Marshal's Strategist," rose to see An Ning and Li Tianming out.
Only King Anyang and his wife, Wei Wenlan, remained in the grand hall of the An Ning Residence.
After their daughter left, both their expressions slowly darkened. Their eyes met, their gazes complicated.
"Don't look at me like that. Such a novel specimen—if your Imperial Army won't study it, then let our Divine Beast Bureau do it. We specialize in dissection. That's called putting the right talent in the right place. Once we find a way to replicate it, it will be an immortal undertaking that benefits the entire Mysteriarch Court and all humankind. If you don't want your name to go down in history, I do." Wei Wenlan lifted her wine cup, took a light sip, and spoke faintly as she lowered her head.
"Your way of thinking is indeed very realistic." King Anyang did not seem angry. He shrugged and savored the wine in his hand before suddenly smiling. "But the underlying tone is still the same as ever—thinking yourselves noble, looking down on others, always assuming you know best."
Hearing this, Wei Wenlan raised her head to look at her husband. Facing the man who shared her pillow, she let out a deep breath and said flatly, "The one who assumes he knows best is you. Every time, you want to blaze a new trail and do something special so your father will value you more. Granted, you made the right choice a few times, but this gambler's mentality will only poison you. The more you risk your life, the