"Once he gets his footing, he will become cautious, fearing the Ji Clan becomes too powerful, threatening his position. And then, the real drama begins."
"Hmm, according to your deduction."
Lin Qingluo laughed, teasingly retorted, "The fate of the Ji Clan seems too tragic."
"If they're set on clinging to the emperor, they need to be prepared to be discarded."
Little Kingfisher's nostrils flared, utterly haughty, "I've seen situations like these plenty of times, I can envisage their fate just by using my claws to think."
"Hehe, you have it."
Lin Qingluo doting eying the proud little pet, her brows and eyes were gentle, "No more talking, we need to go to the Misty Moon Sect early tomorrow. Let's take a spin in the Blessed Land, rest early after coming out, conserve energy, and have a big fight tomorrow."
"Alrighty."
Upon hearing about the big fight, Little Kingfisher's beady eyes lit up, excitedly fluttering its small wings, hovering around its Master's head.
"Kaka."
