The Deputy Envoy's Authority

"Could a perfect fit be a flaw?"

Ambassador Song was caught between laughter and tears, though not a trace of it showed on his face. Instead, he put on an eager expression and asked the nobleman before him to enlighten him.

"The reasoning is simple. Any ordinary junior in the Condensed Liquid Realm would have gone weak in the knees at such a display. How could he still speak so glibly? Yet this man speaks with ease, his expressions perfectly matching his words, and every sentence drives Zhang into a dead end. With a mind like that, does Ambassador Song still think he's simple?"

The white-robed young master's handsome eyes brimmed with amusement, as if he had everything under control. "Most importantly, does Ambassador Song think that someone like Zhang Fengcheng, if he really had the Martial Edict, would be so childish as to stand here trading barbs with that boy?"

That was the crucial point. Ambassador Song suddenly understood. "Indeed. I've also heard that this Zhang fellow has a nickname: Iron Chain Crossing the River. He must be a formidable opponent. If he really had the Martial Edict, he wouldn't be so childish as to think he could talk his way out of this. It seems that boy is up to something. Heh, so he really is quite a character. Even so, he couldn't fool you, young master. Your wisdom is truly admirable."

The white-robed young master furrowed his fine brows, as if he were allergic to flattery. "It's only because I'm an onlooker; it's nothing special. If I were in that boy's place, I might not have his tenacity. Let's see how the show unfolds."

The white-robed young master had barely finished speaking when the two sides began clamoring to swear a soul oath.

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