Ao Zhao's night raid came without warning, but Thousand Faces was delighted rather than alarmed.
For this, he was willing to ruin Jiang Buping's impression of him.
There was no helping it. He wanted to advance far too badly.
Ever since becoming a Dragon Subjugation Cultivator, Thousand Faces had wanted to have a clash with the Dragon Clan.
He had already tasted the Imperial Family. Tonight, he would taste the Dragon Clan.
The greed of Thousand Faces the gourmet left Jiang Buping speechless.
And Thousand Faces' understanding of the Unjust Way also won Jiang Buping's considerable admiration.
"Although Thousand Faces has known me for less than a month, his understanding of the Unjust Way is the fruit of Mu Ran's decades of work. Those two remarks Thousand Faces just made are beyond anything Mu Ran could say."
Perhaps to outsiders, Thousand Faces was twisting logic, or even putting a cuckold's green hat on him.
But Jiang Buping felt nothing but admiration.
Only someone who had grasped the profound essence of the Unjust Way could casually utter such philosophical rhetoric.
"Perhaps I could consider bringing Thousand Faces into my Unjust Way."
The thought arose in Jiang Buping's mind.
Although he knew Thousand Faces was an Elder of the Demon Cult, Jiang Buping did not care in the slightest.
In his eyes, there was no future in being a Demon Cult Elder.
"As for this Eighth Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace—good luck."
Jiang Buping neither killed Ao Zhao nor stopped Thousand Faces from making a move against him. He took neither side, remaining fair and impartial.
Jiang Buping's attitude set Thousand Faces completely at ease, and he shifted all his attention to Ao Zhao.
The Eighth Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace before him was in his prime, brimming with vitality.