Sifang Zhengdao and the other three first turned back to salute the figure within the light, then retreated and left.
Thus, only Kuntian Zhen remained on the ninth floor of the Nine Lives Tower.
Kuntian Zhen wore a solemn expression. He strode forward to the humanoid silhouette within the tower-shaped pillar of light, bowed deeply, and said, "This subordinate pays respects to Lord Shaoqing!"
"I need obedient agents in the Divine Tomb Seat. Yue Li Chixin is old, and Mo Yu Jitian is disobedient."
The figure of light spoke directly, his voice low and rich with magnetism—pleasant to hear, yet oppressive.
The meaning behind his words was equally blunt.
In fact, Kuntian Zhen had already known it before coming here.
Therefore, what Lord Shaoqing wanted was not merely the Shangyu Seed. The Shangyu Seed had simply happened to appear as a smokescreen—or rather, as a way for him to kill several birds with one stone.
When Lord Shaoqing's blazing gaze fell upon Kuntian Zhen, he kept his head lowered and did not hesitate for long.
Very soon, Kuntian Zhen slowly raised his head.
More than anyone, he knew that when Lord Shaoqing revealed even his "true thoughts" to him, it meant he was applying pressure. If Kuntian Zhen did not submit, the consequences would be grave.
This was no longer something as simple as resistance between superior and subordinate.
"Lord Shaoqing, I understand everything." Kuntian Zhen nodded deeply.
Only upon hearing this did Lord Shaoqing's sharp gaze soften somewhat. He pursed his lips and said, "Kuntian Zhen, you could be considered someone I raised. When I have you handle matters and bear risks, it is because I regard you as truly one of my own. And I have never mistreated my own people."
One of his own?
If they had