Tianye's Subjective Will

"You really do trust him."

Tianye seemed quite noncommittal about Xu Yuan's confidence. His frivolous golden eyes swept across the two battlefields within the city as he said leisurely, "What you mentioned just now is merely one of the Ancient Abyss Master's techniques. Even if Feng Jiuxuan breaks it, there will be a second, a third. The Demon Race is unlike humans; their long lifespans have given them ample time to develop a great many trump cards."

"Then I'll tell you every last one of his trump cards."

Xu Yuan's calm words seemed to silence even the distant thunderous roars.

Tianye's little mouth opened slightly, as though he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he merely gave a soft laugh.

"I'm not interested in that, so you'd better not tell me."

"Xu Changtian, if she is unwilling, I can relay the message for you."

Tianyuan abruptly inserted herself into their conversation, her voice cool and tranquil. "Tell me White Emperor's intelligence, and I can convey it to Feng Jiuxuan on your behalf."

"..." Tianye.

"..." Xu Yuan.

Well, there was someone eavesdropping beside them, too.

Glancing back at that fair, cold, beautiful face, Xu Yuan's gaze gradually turned into one reserved for an idiot.

Is everyone in your Heavenly Oversight Pavilion really a turncoat?

Her palace robes drifted weightlessly, and Tianyuan remained expressionless. Her voice was calm and indifferent, rational to the point of ruthlessness.

"Regarding your life and the handling of Western Pacification Prefecture, there is an irreconcilable conflict between us. But concerning White Emperor, there is room for cooperation. You are a clever man. You should understand what I mean."

At those words, a trace of contemplation surfaced in Xu Yuan's blood-tinged eyes.

The world was not simply divided into two opposing sides. Although Western Pacification