In fact, Elder Mo's words reminded him.
The Seventh Prince wrapped himself so tightly that he wouldn't have recognized him if he hadn't been bound.
Yet, the White Crane outside recognized him and went to seek Elder Mo's help.
And Sikong Yan, as the eldest prince, even if he had to seize and give up everything, now having advanced to Spirit Slash, how could he not recognize his brother?
In this chess game that has been planned for many years, who knows how many people have become his pawns.
Seeing Zhou Qing's face darken, Sikong Yan didn't care and smilingly pointed to the meditation cushion opposite.
"Don't be so serious, I didn't know he was leaking secrets. For all we know, the person is just reminiscing or discussing other cooperation?"
Zhou Qing remained silent.
"Try this wine, it's a vintage I personally buried back in the day, ensuring you'll savor it endlessly," Sikong Yan filled a glass and pushed it in front of Zhou Qing.
"I've quit drinking."
