Jade Scale Dragon Palace's Chancellor Gui Luan knew how to read the times. Ye Zhen liked that.
Of course, though Chancellor Gui Luan of the Jade Scale Dragon Palace was unwilling, he readily opened up his own Yuan Spirit and allowed Ye Zhen to imprison it.
As a member of the Water Clan's longest-lived turtle race, Gui Luan was no ordinary turtle. It was perfectly normal for ordinary turtles to live several thousand years, let alone an old turtle like him who had cultivated into a demon.
So although Gui Luan's cultivation was not much to speak of, and though he had apparently cultivated for who knew how many tens of thousands of years before barely reaching the fifth level of the World King Realm, his combat strength was equally pitiful among mid-stage World King Realm cultivators.
Yet over the accumulation of countless years, this fellow had unknowingly forged a Yuan Spirit. That was one benefit of longevity.
Old monsters who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years understood how to assess the situation. They knew how to read the times, but they were also old and cunning.
Therefore, Ye Zhen truly would not have felt at ease if he had not imprisoned Gui Luan's Yuan Spirit.
The moment Ye Zhen imprisoned his Yuan Spirit, Chancellor Gui Luan of the Jade Scale Dragon Palace became obedient. He honestly lured over Qi Dian, the current naval marshal of the Jade Scale Dragon Palace.
Originally, Ye Zhen had believed that imprisoning the soul of Qi Dian, the Jade Scale Dragon Palace's naval marshal, would be as natural as water flowing downhill. After all, Qi Dian was merely at the seventh level of the World King Realm. Unexpectedly, a slight mishap still arose.
"Earl Ye, this is Qi