Ao Hui stood there in a daze, saying nothing, still pretending he understood nothing.
He lay on the Great Sage platform like a withered, ashen Flood Dragon.
Every sage of the Dragon Court felt a chill run through his body. How could this Thunder Master Fang Yun be so treacherous... no, so wise! These were clearly matters that seemed entirely unrelated. How had he connected them and reached the right conclusion?
Did this mean that, if Fang Yun took charge of Dragon City, he could deduce everything simply from publicly available information?
Was this the gulf between the Dragon Race, the Ancient Demons, the Demon Barbarians, and the Human Race?
Some Dragon Sages lowered their heads in shame. From this moment onward, they would never again dare underestimate the Human Race, nor boast of how wise the Dragon Race was.
Before a human like Fang Yun, the Dragon Race possessed only petty cleverness, not wisdom.
Just then, Ao Hui suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Why did you become suspicious of me?" Ao Pang asked slowly.
Everyone noticed that Ao Hui's body was gradually changing, growing increasingly aged. It even exuded a peculiar aura of decay, as though he had just crawled out of an ancient coffin sealed for ten thousand years.
"It's simple. Most people should agree on one thing: the Dragon Race's powerful figures are no fools. Even a Dragon Sage with a fierce temperament wouldn't make an overly obvious mistake. When a powerful figure makes a mistake, it isn't necessarily because he's truly foolish, but because of some interest-whether the interests of his people and nation, or his own. So, when I learned you had joined forces with the Lei Family, I knew one thing: you weren't being foolish. You must have had something to gain."
"Why