"Ruhui's blood is very special. I knew that when I infiltrated the imperial capital. Thinking carefully, Prince Jing deliberately sought out so many friends to interact with Ruhui—perhaps that, too, was intentional."
An Jing showed not the slightest interest in that so-called great power. "Although his blood shadow still exists, it has clearly lost memories. But in the end, it means nothing. Prince Jing and the Former Emperor were so close that it makes no difference whose children were whose."
"Xuan Mingyu, don't think I'll hold back just because Prince Jing's blood flows in your veins. Tell me your true purpose now. I'll decide whether to kill you or imprison you based on your answer."
"And you, Grand Preceptor Hong."
An Jing looked in Grand Preceptor Hong's direction, closed his eyes, and spoke with a trace of irritation. "Power, strength, the leadership of a faction, guarantees of inheritance..."
"If I had wanted these things, I could have possessed them long ago."
"If these boring things were truly what I wanted, I wouldn't have needed to fight my way here. I only needed to remain at Xuanming Manor."
At that moment, west of Beixuan Jizhou, a Daoist carried a diagram of the Zhou Tian Stellar Array and smiled as he gazed toward Shenjing.
Though he was under the close watch of the Four Seasons Dragon Gods and the Haotian Mirror, he could still keep track of Shenjing's developments at any time. Now, he burst into laughter and loudly congratulated him: [Hahaha, the Holy Son is right! Youngsters of the Imperial Dynasty, if our Tianyi Divine Sect's Holy Son only wanted these worldly things, he could have had them long ago!]
[Whatever you can offer, our Tianyi Divine Sect can offer too. You want to use such things as temptation, as bargaining