Su Zizhan remained silent, not saying a word.
Tian Bujue turned and left the dining room, yawning as he continued to catch up on sleep.
Hua Yan turned her head to look at Su Zizhan, seeing that his expression had once again become as cold as ice, his body emanating an intense chill that threatened to freeze his entire being.
She smiled lightly, speaking softly and shallowly, "Although the Poisonous Insect King is difficult to seize, it is not necessarily impossible to obtain."
Su Zizhan turned his head to meet her eyes, which were clear as springs, reflecting his shadow. He pursed his lips and said, "The Poisonous Insect King of Nanjiang, the King of Thousand Poisonous Insects of the Royal Family of Nanjiang, is the world-sustaining treasure that has been passed down through the generations. If you were to take the Poisonous Insect King of Nanjiang, then you would be making an enemy of the entire Nanjiang, and of every nation in the Southwest foreign lands."
