Human King Cauldron

Zuo Ziyue shook his dazed head. His Primordial Spirit was sluggish, and he thought to himself, The D ituang Seal is truly formidable. What a pity this technique only suits Jiang Suxin herself. She possesses every advantage under heaven; no matter how exquisitely others learn it, they can scarcely achieve three-tenths of its mastery.

Even if the sacred ground had recorded this technique, since the person using it was not Jiang Suxin, the result would still be neither fish nor fowl.

He held his breath and focused his mind. White Light spread from between his brows, and he barely recovered a trace of clarity before saying in a booming voice, "Prince Yan, you're overthinking it. The sacred ground does not interfere in the internal affairs of any nation. Everyone under heaven knows this. We came here out of consideration for Great Emperor Zhaojin's old friendship. We have nothing whatsoever to do with Emperor Ji, much less with any treasure he bestowed."

Jiang Li glared at him. They were all forthright men—what was there left to pretend at a time like this?

Standing beside Zuo Ziyue, he was too embarrassed to meet Jiang Suxin's eyes.

Chang Wenyuan continued to play the handsome man, merely smiling without saying a word.

No wonder Zuo Ziyue could become an elder. His skill in cultivating composure through thick skin and a black heart had reached perfection. Even when faced with Jiang Li's silent stab of You clearly do, he remained calm and unruffled.

If there was nothing, then there was nothing. His conscience was clear, and no matter what anyone said, there was nothing.

Jiang Suxin offered no comment. He had already explained the reasoning, but Zuo Ziyue refused to listen. First came courtesy, then force. Next, he would make Zuo Ziyue sit down and