In fact, he and Yang Chenghu had often had discussions like this over the past while, on a wide range of subjects.
From heaven to earth, from the Four Seas to the Eight Wastes, whether it was the Sea Eye of Guixu, the Heaven-Climbing Ladder, or the South Heavenly Gate, all fell within the scope of the master and disciple's discussions.
The seven-foot writing desk in the strategist's tent had witnessed so many of their conversations.
Some of these things Ao Dongping had deliberately taught him; others had come from his own reflections. Before his student, he never concealed his true thoughts as a teacher.
Thus, hearing Cui Jiuyang bring up things they had discussed in the past now, he could not help feeling deeply gratified.
This little bastard might not be a crab, but he certainly had a quick mind.
At this very moment, Ao Dongping actually regarded himself as a dead man.
Ever since Yang Chenghu's identity had been exposed and he had been thrown into the Great Prison, he had known in his heart that he probably had only a fifty-fifty chance of walking out alive.
And after the Dragon King had interrogated him that night, he had felt his chances of surviving drop to just ten percent.
Now that Cui Jiuyang had exposed everything the Dragon King had done, even that last ten percent had vanished. He was certain to die.
Since his death was already assured, there was nothing left to think about.
He was old enough anyway. Even for a long-lived demon species, he had lived rather too long.
He had already had a white beard when he stood before Ao Han back then. So much time had passed that Ao Han had grown into a full-grown dragon, yet he still looked the same.