Di Xin's expression darkened. "Minister Huang, you never said we couldn't use ink, did you? You wanted to test whether I had cultivated Yuan Power, and now it's been proven that I have. Whatever hand seals I used, the fact is right here. Who wants to try and see if they can leave a mark like mine? Of course, you can also dip your hands in ink."
"Your Majesty..."
Huang Feihu was taken aback. He wanted to argue further, but found himself at a loss for words.
The Great King was right. An ordinary person could never have done what he had. It was obvious that the Great King had cultivated Yuan Power and used it to shake the ink from his palm onto the iron plate.
Even he, King Wucheng, couldn't have done that.
Shang Rong, Bi Gan, and the others standing nearby also realized things weren't going well. They all looked to Huang Feihu, since King Wucheng was the only one among them who knew a little about cultivation.
"Grand Tutor Wen, how did the Great King cultivate Yuan Power?"
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Huang Feihu had to acknowledge that the Great King had indeed used Yuan Power just now. But the realization left him with an indescribable sense of disappointment, along with many questions.
He could only ask Wen Zhong.
After all, he had cultivated bitterly for many years, only to end up... crippled.
Grand Tutor Wen naturally knew Huang Feihu's history. Back when he was cultivating, King Wucheng had asked him for advice on a few matters. Smiling, he said, "King Wucheng, there's no need to feel bitter..."
As he spoke, he gently tugged Huang Feihu aside. Lowering his voice, he said, "The Great King cultivated Yuan Power after taking a Spirit Pill."