Zhang Tie jolted awake!
Over the past few days, he had been recuperating at Xuanyuan Hill. His injuries from the Wei River battlefield had not yet fully healed, and under Crown Prince Changying's concern and care, his vigilance had gradually slackened. Zhang Tie had originally believed that, at least at a time like this, no one would be so blind as to come looking for trouble with him. This so-called state banquet was merely him giving His Highness the Crown Prince some face. But the moment Fang Keyan opened his mouth, Zhang Tie knew that he had still been too naive, had still imagined human hearts to be too kind. This so-called state banquet had already been turned by certain people into a Hongmen Banquet for him—a place to make trouble for him.
This was Xuanyuan Hill, the capital of ten thousand nations, the city of ten thousand cities. It was humanity's most prosperous and illustrious place, but at the same time, it was also humanity's most perilous and unfathomable place.
Nothing was more perilous than the human heart.
Although Fang Keyan wore the look of someone impassioned, selfless, and pleading for the people, his final words had already revealed the dagger when the map was exhausted. Every word stabbed at the heart, brimming with malicious intent—asking the True Lord to make the method of producing Torch Oil public, to benefit humanity, rather than monopolizing its gains and disregarding the overall situation of the Human Holy War...
If he refused to hand over the secret of producing Torch Oil, then in Fang Keyan's words, he would be a petty man who forgot righteousness for profit, a **** who disregarded whether the common people lived or died, a treacherous villain who neglected the overall situation of the Human Holy War for