Zhang Xing's pupils contracted. He lowered his voice at once.
"Jiang Yuan, have you lost your mind?"
Jiang Yuan took out a Wen Xin Stele.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Xing narrowed his eyes. "You don't trust me?"
"I don't. Please accept the Wen Xin Stele, Zhang. What I just said was nonsense—I spoke without thinking." Jiang Yuan shook his head calmly.
Zhang Xing's eyes flickered.
"Brother Jiang, you..."
"Accept the Wen Xin Stele. Otherwise, with one thought, I'll call Shen Yiwei over. Zhang Xing, Acting State Ruler Xia Yuan..."
Zhang Xing was stunned.
What did he mean?
Aside from the Yan faction, even Acting State Ruler Xia Yuan wanted to get rid of Li Zhiyi?
What did that mean?
Everyone in the Human Race was rotten!
"Accept the Wen Xin Stele, Zhang." Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold. "What I said just now was nothing but nonsense!"
Zhang Xing looked at Jiang Yuan.
"Brother Jiang, why don't we..."
Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes at Zhang Xing.
"Are you sure? Think carefully. If you accept the Wen Xin Stele now, there's still a way back!
"This is a matter between the Xia Family and the Yan faction. It has nothing to do with you!"
Zhang Xing stared at Jiang Yuan.
"Hurry up!" Jiang Yuan roared. "Accept the Wen Xin Stele, and we'll pretend none of this ever happened!
"Damn it, I shouldn't have touched the wine!"
Jiang Yuan was clearly enraged.
Zhang Xing gritted his teeth.
"Brother Jiang, I'm joining you too!"
Jiang Yuan looked Zhang Xing over carefully, then suddenly sneered.
"You're only in the Creation Realm. You're not qualified."
"You're only in the Creation Realm too," Zhang Xing said with a cold laugh.
"I can advance to the Eighth Order any moment!" Jiang Yuan snapped.
"So can I!" Zhang