"So it is not that I, Chen Siyuan, am unwilling to defect to Dragon King Meng. It is that I simply cannot do so now. Even if I joined the Dragon King, I would not be able to serve my proper purpose."
As Chen Siyuan spoke, he sighed. His entire person exuded dejection. If one could live, who would be willing to die?
As for him, if he still had value, he might yet live. Once he had no value and had even cooperated with Fu Fei in doing something so foolish, how could he possibly survive?
"Besides you, does Fu Fei also bear this Flesh and Blood Auditory and Visual Technique?"
Liang Muqiu cared greatly about this point. She mainly wanted to determine whether this method could be set up at will or whether it had a certain threshold.
Chen Siyuan shook his head.
"Only I bear it. Fu Fei does not.
"This Flesh and Blood Auditory and Visual Technique is imperfect, and it also represents distrust. Under normal circumstances, Prince Fu would not use such a method on us. It was only because Fu Fei and I came to Lingwu City this time hoping to meet Dragon King Meng.
"And Prince Fu is extremely interested in and curious about Dragon King Meng. That is why he placed this restriction on me."
He was probably not lying. Never mind that such a secret technique had limitations—even if it did not, it could not be used so casually.
Just as Chen Siyuan had said, using such a secret technique on one's subordinates was a humiliation to them. Besides distrust, it also carried a sense of coercive oppression. For those who were proud at heart and yearned for freedom, it was absolutely unacceptable.
Any faction, any regime, might flourish for a