"My dear sister, you should know that I am not taking any risk to visit you right now. You must have heard the rumor about my cultivation at the Emperor Realm. Well, let me tell you something: that is no mere rumor, but the absolute truth!" Wang Jian's tone turned cold, sending a shiver down Wang Ying's spine.
Her shock was evident as she realized the grave danger that she was in. She knew that facing an Emperor Realm expert was beyond her capabilities, and she couldn't even fathom the idea of winning against such a formidable foe.
"What do you want?" she asked, trying to maintain her composure despite the fear brewing within her.
"The same thing as you want, dear sister: the Throne," Wang Jian replied with a sly smirk.
Wang Ying furrowed her brow in confusion. "If we both desire the same thing, how can we possibly cooperate with each other?"
