"Ruohui's blood is very special; this was something I realized when I infiltrated the Imperial City. Thinking about it, it seems that King Jing deliberately sought out so many friends to interact with Ruohui, which appears to be intentional."
With not the slightest interest in that so-called great power, An Jing said indifferently, "Although his Blood Shadow still exists, it is evident that there is memory loss. But ultimately, it doesn't matter; the relationship between King Jing and the Late Emperor was so close that their children are essentially the same."
"Xuan Mingyu, don't think that because the blood of King Jing flows in you, I will hold back. Now tell me your true purpose, and I will decide whether to kill you or imprison you based on the situation."
"As for you, Grand Preceptor Hong."
An Jing looked in the direction of Grand Preceptor Hong, closed his eyes, and his tone carried a hint of annoyance: "Power, strength, the leader of a faction, ensuring inheritance..."
