Lianshan Xin's killing intent surged.
Surrounded by powerful enemies, carefully maintaining his false identity and going to every length to prove his innocence-that was what an ordinary impostor would do.
Lianshan Xin had seen plenty of spy thriller protagonists operate that way.
But he could not be bothered with all that trouble.
His gaze remained fixed on the Heir Apparent of Prince of Donghai.
In his mind, he thought:
Why the hell should I have to prove myself?
What proof do you have that you're the Heir Apparent of Prince of Donghai?
Feng Muchi was dumbfounded. "Elder, you want to frame the Heir Apparent?"
Lianshan Xin frowned. "What do you mean, frame him? I'm exposing him in the name of justice. He doesn't even recognize me. Isn't he obviously an impostor?" Feng Muchi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, realizing the gulf between himself and a Holy Cult Elder.
No wonder the man could be an Elder while he could only be an undercover agent.
The Elders played tricks he had never even seen before.
Feng Muchi had no choice but to remind him again. "Elder, as soon as Xia Xunxiu's Heart-Linking Jade Pendant shattered, the Heir Apparent took the broken pendant to the Prince of Donghai. His orders for me to arrest you this time also came from the prince."
Lianshan Xin had expected that.
But he still did not panic.
"It's just a jade pendant. Even if the Dragon Clan gave it to him, would crushing it be that difficult?" Lianshan Xin asked.
Feng Muchi was dumbfounded again.
It did not seem particularly difficult.
Was this another way to play the game of power?
"Elder, the Prince of Donghai will definitely side with the Heir Apparent."
"Only after he confirms that the Heir Apparent is his son."