Only by joining forces could the strong prevail; yet the art of the deal often concealed its own mysteries.
"That Eighth Crown Prince is no ordinary man. If I work with him, I'm afraid he'll turn the tables and take control."
Shen Yun saw the matter clearly: for someone of his standing to willingly appear in public, he must have a deep scheme behind it.
Besides, what had happened at the beginning had left a strong impression on him.
Long Ling'er's deference was hardly how an ordinary sister treated her brother. If anything, it carried a trace of fear.
By comparison, she'll be less trouble.
Shen Yun's gaze settled on Long Ling'er, who stood with her head bowed in silence, as though he could see the turmoil stirring beneath her composure.
A person's energy was limited. Such petty scheming would only hinder cultivation, never lead to anything worthy of respect. Jun Ling Yuan was a living example.
Rather than match wits with the Eighth Crown Prince, he would be better off keeping the initiative firmly in his own hands.
After a moment, Long Ling'er finally emerged from her thoughts.
She drew a deep breath, her expression turning solemn. "There are too many eyes and ears here. This is no place to talk. Please come with me, sir."
With a wave, she dismissed the attendants and walked slowly toward a hidden door behind the dais.
Shen Yun did not hesitate. He gave the Evil Dragon King a brief instruction: "Wait here. I'll be back shortly."
Then he took Shen Qingruo with him and followed at an unhurried pace.
Beyond the hidden door, a long staircase of ancient wood stretched before them.
The passage rose into the shadows, pearls set into its walls casting long shafts of light. There was no