Wei Wenlan gave a soft snort and looked back.
A refined man with crimson-red hair, clad in an Imperial Army battle armor, sat upon the honored seat, his blazing eyes fixed on her.
"Who told you to even give him the Realm Starball? If I didn't remind you, you'd be plunging straight into danger." Wei Wenlan rolled her eyes.
"Not necessarily." King Anyang shook his head. "You treated him poorly, yet because of me and Ning'er, he'll strive to earn your approval. From that alone, I think he knows what he's doing when it comes to the Divine Tomb Cult."
"I only hope he does know what he's doing." Wei Wenlan gave a dry laugh.
"But the problem is, that girl Mu Dongli is habitually aggressive. I don't think she'll change her view," King Anyang said.
"So the brat has thrown himself into the three-legged deadlock of the Divine Tomb Cult, the Imperial Clan Ghostfiends, and Imperial Clan connections. If two sides really suppress him, he won't have any chance to change his fate. When that happens, I only hope you'll rein in your horse at the edge of the cliff and not drag the whole family to its death." Wei Wenlan spoke sternly.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." King Anyang drew a deep breath. "A four-day Astral Realm Clan? Unprecedented? That kind of capital is still worth watching a little longer."
"Stop spouting that nonsense. You only spoil An Ning—you're unfair to your children!" Wei Wenlan said coldly.
"And you're fair? Just now, weren't you trying to make our daughter do something with him?" King Anyang glared.
"What's wrong with that? Daughters have to marry sooner or later. Don't you think highly of him? Add another stake—match them up and bind them together completely." Wei Wenlan sneered.