Li Zhong carefully helped Yang Ling up and looked around. There was only one Grand Tutor Chair here, and it belonged to Zhao Chongxu.
"Is he really that precious?"
Zhao Chongxu grabbed Yang Ling by the scruff of his neck and casually flung him aside.
Yang Ling landed precisely in the chair, his head lolling against his shoulder, fast asleep.
Li Zhong whispered, "Sir, this is a true divine ability of the Dharma Eye. In our Zhao State... Master Xiao Yang is probably the only person to have developed one."
He paused. "If Master Xiao Yang's Dharma Eye can target those spies, it won't just be Rong Tribe spies... even the Great Dream Dynasty's spies could be rooted out easily."
"According to reports from my spies in the Great Dream Dynasty, they've been sending spies here every year. Over the years, their numbers have grown to an appalling extent."
Zhao Chongxu narrowed his eyes and said:
"The Nine Immortal Dao Palace, the Extreme Flame Sword Mansion, the Arhat Temple, the Divine Sect, and every level of our court-where aren't there spies from the Great Dream Dynasty?
"Quite a few of them have long held high positions. Not only do they have help from certain people in the Zhao State, but they also have the Great Dream Dynasty backing them. They might as well write 'I am a spy' across their faces.
"But what can we do? Nothing. We can neither root them out nor leave them alone.
"If things really came to an open break, I honestly don't know how many immortals in the Zhao State would stand with us."
At that, he looked at Yang Ling, who lay motionless in deep sleep:
"Open your eyes if you're awake. Eavesdropping isn't a good habit."
Yang Ling kept his eyes tightly