No one cared about the pigs and dogs once penned within the twenty-seven li of Lower City, and no one would overlook today... the hatred of the founding ancestor of the Curse Dao!
The Divine Hero lying on the ground did not answer Jiang Wang's question. He was only thinking about what else he could trade.
"Do you want intelligence on King Zhao from me?" he asked.
"Since King Zhao left directly, neither staying to fight me to the death nor casually snuffing out your last breath, it means he still has the confidence to remain hidden. Either you do not know his true identity at all, or he believes you absolutely will not speak—regardless of which it is, I do not wish to waste my time."
Though it was called "the composure of a victor," Jiang Wang did not feel much joy in victory.
The rain of blood had vanished, the sun and moon had both been taken away. This world returned to night, stars hanging low above the distant mountains.
The Emerald Roaming Needle had already darted through the Heavenly Sea. The instant [Time Concealment] ended, Yin Guan would descend.
Yin Guan would take the initiative to extend the Divine Hero's life, then throw him into Wei Commandery—this leader of Equality State, who spoke endlessly of ideals and prided himself on equality in life, might fear nothing, but he would ultimately see what the power of hatred was.
"Have you never suspected Master Zi?" the Divine Hero suddenly asked.
Jiang Wang was utterly candid. "When I first discovered I had been ambushed, he was indeed among the enemies I considered. But one point could not be explained no matter what—if he wanted to kill me, why would he help me ascend the steps and grant me fame?"
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