Inside the palace, after observing for a while, Divine Lord Zhengyuan finally put away the mirror and sat back down in his chair. He picked up his spirit tea and leisurely began savoring the Dao-Comprehension Tea.
Then he waved a hand as well, signaling for Ye Jingcheng to sit at the side.
"That secret art of yours is rather wondrous, but its flaws shouldn't be merely what you said, true essence not flowing smoothly, correct? I'd estimate your own strength is less than three-tenths of what it was." Seeing Ye Jingcheng sit down, Divine Lord Zhengyuan spoke again, still unhurried.
"Your disciple still has protective spirit beasts," Ye Jingcheng replied honestly, knowing what Divine Lord Zhengyuan meant.
The reason he had demonstrated the Heavenly Ghost Spirit-Severing Art just now was also because he wanted to see exactly how great the flaws of this secret art were.
And now, he had already felt them.
Fortunately, this secret art was not hard to recover from. Half a day would be enough.
"After you feign death, will your clansmen in the Central Region be able to withstand it?" Divine Lord Zhengyuan continued asking at an unhurried pace.
The moment these words came out, Ye Jingcheng naturally knew what they meant.
After all, the bond between the Ye Family and the Righteous Path Sect was currently him.
If he feigned death, and the Righteous Path Sect took it as real, then they would not look after the Ye Family as they had before.
On the surface, the Righteous Path Sect could still help share the burden, but if the demonic sects went mad, there would certainly be no lack of movements in the dark.
One had to know, the demonic sects had dared to attack him before.
Now, if it was only the ordinary