The two could never have imagined that the Cangyan Daoist Palace Master, who was so capricious in the Eastern Domain, was actually the Grand Prince of the Holy Martial Dynasty, Xuanyuan Xuanhuang.
"No wonder..." Luo Lingling murmured to herself, her eyebrows furrowing involuntarily.
Reflecting on Sikong Yan's various abnormal actions over the years, it turned out that he never regarded them as opponents.
At most, they were merely a pastime for his strategic layouts.
For a moment, they didn't know whether to feel fortunate or stifled.
"So, the favor he asked for is the secret formula currently held by the Xuanyuan Royal Family?" Ghost Mastiff asked hoarsely.
Zhou Qing nodded lightly, a few traces of solemnity in his eyes.
Luo Lingling furrowed her elegant brows: "It's too risky. With Sikong Yan ahead and Consort Chen behind, I don't believe no one has thought of this over the years."
