Turncoat, Maitreya

"I suddenly feel that killing her isn't out of the question either."

"She has no utility value left on me anyway; I might as well sell her for money."

"Consider it polishing another string of prayer beads."

Wang Ye said with a nonchalant expression, "If you don't agree, I'll send her back. Even if you don't die then, you won't have a good end!"

Great Emperor of the North Pole gazed at Wang Ye with a chilling look and suddenly smiled.

"Heh, then go ahead and release her."

With that, Great Emperor of the North Pole turned around and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

Earlier, he had simply been somewhat muddled from forcibly waking up, but now...

He still wanted to blackmail him.

Watching Great Emperor of the North Pole walk completely away until his aura finally vanished entirely, Wang Ye was dumbfounded.

Was this guy really that indifferent?

An old schemer who had lived for thousands of years and managed to secure the position of one of the Six Imperials in the Heavenly Court—of course he wasn't an idiot. He had miscalculated!

Sure enough, although they couldn't be mentioned in the same breath as Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Hai—after all, that was a matter of talent...

Still...

Everyone could be considered a phoenix among men, one-in-ten-thousand existences.

The departing figure of Great Emperor of the North Pole was like a dazzling sarira, leaving behind nothing but dense disappointment in Wang Ye's heart.

If he had known, he wouldn't have been so greedy!

Wang Ye deeply reflected on himself, turned his head, and cast a thoughtful look at the little girl. "You aren't as valuable as I imagined, either."

The little girl's face was gloomy and she remained utterly silent.

If her feelings toward Great Emperor of the North