Facing Zhang Wusheng's questioning, Qin Unrivaled answered with a smile.
At that, a flicker of helplessness passed through Zhang Wusheng's eyes.
They truly were like stones in a cesspit—anyone who saw them could tell at a glance that they came from some remote backwater.
Sigh...
It was hard!
Ye Lin merely smiled without speaking and kept hurrying onward.
The sooner they arrived, the more they earned.
After all, to him, time was money.
Elsewhere, within a grand and magnificent hall.
A gloomy-faced youth clad in a dragon robe glared furiously at an elderly man kneeling below him.
"Useless trash! You actually let him get away?"
"Have all the resources this prince gave you over the years been fed to dogs?"
"White Lotus Cult, White Lotus Cult! You were useless ten thousand years ago, and you're still useless now. What use are you at all?"
The youth in the dragon robe berated the old man below.
The guards around them showed no change in expression, as though they had long grown used to such a scene.
"Rest assured, Fifth Prince. My White Lotus Cult will never allow the Third Prince to return alive."
"If not for a mysterious person intervening to save the Third Prince, he would have died long ago."
"Now, thirty thousand disciples of my White Lotus Cult have spread across all of Western Qin Phoenix Province. Everywhere the Third Prince might possibly pass has already been covered by a net stretching from heaven to earth."
"Please give me another half year... no, three months. In three months, I will surely bring you the Third Prince's head."
The old man prostrated himself, trembling from head to toe.
His voice was filled with terror.
Only then did the dragon-robed man's expression improve somewhat.
"Three months is too long. There are