Emperor Ying squinted his eyes, looking at Wei Zhao. Unlike his father and uncle, he was overly cunning and rebellious.
He always knew Wei Zhao could attack enemy states like Liang Yue, but while attacking, Wei Zhao also gave them breathing room.
This was intentional by Wei Zhao.
It was to make Da Jin need him, to make him feared.
Wei Zhao must know too that the affection he professed was just for show.
In the past, when Wei Zhao played tricks, he could accept it.
But now with things as they are, with the Wei Family Army disbanded.
How dare he deliberately provoke him.
Could it be that he still had hidden cards?
Or was he just reckless?
Knowing he had no heirs, he did things flawlessly, leaving no mistakes to be caught. He would not kill him.
A moment of deathly silence.
At this moment, someone emerged from the dawn mist.
It was Bao Pu.
His Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, looking very cheap and washed to a faded white.
Yet he possessed the demeanor of an immortal.
