Two Hundred and Eighteen Years

Du Ruhui opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to remonstrate and tell Zhuang Gaoxian not to insult a figure like Song Hengjiang.

But in the end, he said nothing.

As the emperor's tutor and the State Chancellor, he knew Zhuang Gaoxian very well.

Having become a Current Era True Lord, defeated his old enemy, the mighty Yong, slain the ambitious Han Yin, and brought the Zhuang Kingdom to its golden age, Zhuang Gaoxian was now at the height of his confidence, looking down on everyone.

There were some suggestions he might no longer be willing to hear.

The Shadow Demons, utterly devoid of intelligence, sat silent in their respective stone coffins. It was as if they were watching coldly as these so-called clever people went about their business—and missing what these supposedly intelligent beings were about to lose.

With one hand, Zhuang Gaoxian dragged the aged Song Hengjiang to the Glazed Pavilion at last.

His eyesight was far superior to Jiang Wang's. At a glance, he could tell that this Glazed Coffin was somehow connected to the stone coffins in the round cavern outside.

And the power hidden within the body of the woman sealed beneath chains and talismans made even him raise an eyebrow.

"So this is your explanation? You used those Shadow Demons outside to feed an even stronger demon?" Zhuang Gaoxian's voice was ice-cold.

"You should let me stand properly," the aged Song Hengjiang said.

With his life entirely in someone else's hands, his first request was to be allowed to stand upright.

"Oh. Right."

Zhuang Gaoxian nodded. He gave two acknowledgments, each with a different meaning, then simply let go.

"Why don't you take another good look at her?" Song Hengjiang asked expressionlessly.

"She's merely a mindless demon. What could she possibly be worth..." Zhuang Gaoxian stopped