Looking at Jiang Wang like this, Zuo Xiao sat behind his desk, unsure whether to pity him or be angry. His gaze fell upon the intricate curse seal, and he kept his tone as even as possible. "Tell me. How did it come to this?"
Jiang Wang bared his teeth in a grin, a hint of slyness on his face. Raising one finger, he jabbed it toward the sky. "I tried to deceive it. It wasn't easy to fool."
This childlike slyness was something he had almost never shown before.
He had always demanded that he be an adult.
Yet the Jambu Sword Prison resting in his palm, still endlessly evolving sword forms, was also the part of him that had never changed.
With one measure of intent, he gave one measure of effort.
With one measure of possibility, he fought for one measure of possibility.
And if there was no opportunity at all, then strengthening himself could never be wrong.
This was the simple truth Jiang Wang had gained through all his years of hardship.
Duke of Huai's philosophy of life, meanwhile, was—wear pants sized to your ass.
He had originally felt some pity, but now he was angered into laughter. "If it were that little fatty from the Chongxuan Family saying he wanted to 'Deceive Heaven,' I might be able to expect something from him. Even Dou Zhao—people are used to his madness. And you want to 'Deceive Heaven' too? What exactly do you expect me to hope for?"
"Ah." Jiang Wang did not argue, merely muttering, "The Heavenly Dao doesn't have a brain, does it?"
Zuo Xiao put down his book and looked at him. "Having attained heaven-man twice, your understanding of the Heavenly Dao does indeed surpass that of many people. But what you understand is