Jiang Wang did not care whether the Qing King truly believed the story of the World-Ending Demon Dragon. He only cared whether the royal tribes were actually serving their purpose.
How could there be so many old bonds that could not be forgotten, so many old feelings that remained unchanged?
Back then, they had fought fiercely in the Floating Continent world, battled within the Earth Cave, and contended in Life and Death Chess. The sentimental could say that the Qinghuo Tribe's attainment of royal authority had relied on the Star General. The indifferent could simply say that each had taken what they needed.
Both were only human nature.
Four years was enough to contain enormous change.
Power and profit were also enough to make any change happen.
Jiang Wang could understand it all.
The Floating Continent world had a long history, and he had only been a passing traveler there.
This caged fight with Ao Kui was the only thing that mattered now.
He did not need to consider whether the Qing King was sincere, nor should he care about Jihuo Yuling's intentions.
Only... would the pessimism Jihuo Yuling had revealed affect his struggle with Ao Kui?
Had it been Jiang Wang of a few years ago, he might have immediately chased out of the palace and refused to rest until he had uncovered the truth. But the Jiang Wang of today merely smiled faintly and continued his tour of the Fire Shrine.
If Jihuo Yuling could speak of it, or was willing to do so, there would be no need for Mr. Linchuan to press her with questions.
Of course, he would uncover the truth. But there was no need to rush it now, nor to handle it in such a simple and crude manner.
With the Qing King