Ten Thousand Worlds Take Root in the Original Self's Plane, the Mythic Great Dao Draws Near

Minghe also cast a spell to summon Nine Phoenixes, while Jieyin lay in wait ahead, ready to protect the Tang King when Nine Phoenixes arrived.

"You two are my sons. Why are you treating me like a stranger? Surely you don't think I would eat you?" The Tang King mounted his horse, bow in hand, and loosed an arrow straight into an elk's neck. Yet his two sons trailed slowly behind him, seemingly already wary of him, always keeping their distance and refusing to come closer.

Seeing this, the Tang King laughed coldly in his heart. Just keep behaving like this. Don't show me even the slightest affection between father and son. Otherwise, when Nine Phoenixes comes to kill you, I might regret it, and that would only complicate things.

Since yesterday, the two brothers had felt their hearts fluttering, as though some catastrophe were about to descend upon them. They were frightened and restless, unable to find a moment's peace.

Seeing Li Shimin today had only deepened their panic, leaving them afraid to approach.

The words the brothers had prepared in their hearts were frightened back into hiding, and they dared not utter a single one.

"Zhunze, Yuande, since we're hunting, take up your bows as well. This is a fine chance for me, your father, to give you a few pointers."

Trembling, the brothers took the bows and arrows the eunuchs handed them, but did not know how to draw them.

They were already certain that their father intended to harm them today. They simply did not yet know what means Li Shimin would use.

If they drew their bows and the Tang King accused them of regicide, wouldn't they be throwing their lives away for nothing?

Thus, a long while passed with their hands resting on the