"Next, the royal family will be putting away their spears. Whether our Wutong Pavilion can even remain open is uncertain. And Your Highness will certainly enter seclusion directly, striving to break through to the middle stage of the Quasi-Emperor Realm before emerging.
"Brother Wang should understand Your Highness's temperament better than I do."
"With things like this, for quite a long time to come, people like us will be rootless duckweed drifting on the water."
"If we do not borrow the strength of the Qin Family Divine Son before us and make a proper attempt to find ourselves a new patron, I fear we truly will become wandering ghosts, with no idea where we can settle in peace."
At this moment, Sima Lang's frankness left Wang Jian completely at a loss.
If the other man had concealed even the slightest thing, he could have seized back the initiative. But Sima Lang had used an open scheme, putting sincerity front and center.
With this killer move unleashed, Wang Jian stood there with his mouth open for ages, unable to say a single word, utterly dumbfounded.
How had his escape route become the other man's escape route?
"When disaster strikes, the neighbors stock grain while I stock guns; the neighbors become my granary. Brother Sima, one cannot behave like this. You'll incur Heaven's wrath and get struck by lightning."
Wang Jian made his final stand.
Having heard their conversation, Feng Ming immediately turned her pitiful gaze toward Qin Jiuge with perfect naturalness and murmured, "You won't abandon me, will you?"
Seeing Feng Ming like this, Qin Jiuge could neither laugh nor cry. This woman truly knew when to bend and when to stretch.
"You are, after all, my concubine maid—my little servant girl, the servant girl of this Qin Family Divine Son.