No matter what it was, just based on the cultivation Nan Xian had exhibited, he could no longer go against Feng Ruqing as he did just now.
"It doesn't matter whether you are or aren't the Ninth Emperor. I think there is some misunderstanding between us." A flattering smile appeared on the corner of Zong Fu's lips. His gaze was also full of a careful intent of currying favour.
It was better to shamelessly live on than to die well. After all, he was the sect master of the Divine Herbs Sect. It was a position that allowed him to act recklessly on this mainland. If he had just simply died during this assembly, was that not too much of a loss?
Zong Fu understood very well when he should lower his head.
"Yes." Feng Ruqing smiled. "We do indeed have some misunderstandings."
