Prince Ding was a man of deep cunning. Though he didn't know what Wang Yue was planning, he could tell that Wang Yue didn't seem very interested in ruling the world. He was also afraid that continuing to pretend to be Zhi Jian would provoke the dangerous man, so he quickly reminded him,
"Don't worry, I won't run. Just make sure you know what you're doing. Don't let anyone use you while you remain clueless."
Wang Yue was speechless. He had no interest in dealing with the two men, but he didn't want them causing trouble for him either. With a casual wave of one hand, he turned the table between them to ash.
Ignoring their horrified expressions, he got straight to the point. "At my level of martial arts, there's basically nothing left to pursue. What I want is merit—enough to help me transcend and become an immortal. I'd planned to have Mu Zhuohua continue serving as an official while I helped her investigate cases and stand up for the people, to see if I could earn merit that way. But now you've ruined everything with your test, Prince Ding. Do you think I'd get involved in things that would entangle me in a heavy burden of karma?"
From Wang Yue's expression and his recent actions, Prince Ding knew Wang Yue was talking about him. If he hadn't tried to threaten Wang Yue back then, things probably wouldn't have come to this.
He smiled bitterly. Of course he had done it for Southern Chen; otherwise, why would he have stepped in to warn Wang Yue?
But it was too late to talk about that now. He understood that as long as he cooperated, he wouldn't die, so he said nothing more. He could only hope his aunt would come