The Northern Mountain Marquis slowly rose from the Taishi Chair and said with a cold laugh, "There's one thing, I must admit, you were indeed the Northern King in the past. When exactly did you start suspecting Seventeen? Did he inadvertently give something away?"
At this, the Northern Mountain Marquis shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible, that fellow Seventeen, he was personally trained by me. He's more cautious and careful than anyone, it's impossible he'd reveal any hints!"
Ye Feng glanced at Seventeen, who stood behind the Northern Mountain Marquis. Even at this juncture, there was not the slightest ripple of emotion on Seventeen's face, but that was to be expected. As a Death Warrior, he had long been cultivated into an unemotional tool.
