How could Qin Shaofeng not know what the two of them were thinking?
However.
The Emperor Sword was one of his trump cards, and the divine song was fused within it. He could not be sure that if he used the Emperor Sword, they would not notice something.
Empress Jing wanted to see his abilities.
He had already displayed them, and even Zhan Tiandi had personally admitted defeat.
What more was there for him to say?
Facing their gazes, he acted as though he saw nothing at all, waiting there with perfect composure.
He had no intention whatsoever of answering Empress Jing's question.
After quite a while.
Empress Jing finally let out a helpless sigh and said, "Fine. Since even Zhan Tiandi has admitted defeat, what else can I say?"
Qin Shaofeng still said nothing, merely returning to his seat.
Empress Jing must still harbor considerable hatred now. The more he said, the more likely he was to be wrong; he had better honestly mind his own business.
Once Zhan Tiandi had also taken his seat again.
Empress Jing asked, "Zhan Tiandi, what do you think of my request?"
"With an order from Empress Jing, how would I dare refuse?"
Zhan Tiandi laughed heartily. "The cultivation of the final two divine patterns is said to be a secret, but in truth, many members of our Asura Race know about it and have nearly all attempted it themselves. Yet every one of them returned with feathers scattered. If this little fellow wishes to cultivate the Asura Divine Pattern to great completion, he will still have to rely on himself."
"That is none of your concern."
Empress Jing was as cold as ever.
Zhan Tiandi did not respond. With a wave of his hand, the space around them began to show signs