"Even without my uncle's intervention, I can effortlessly annihilate them. I really don't know where he gets the courage to compete with me for the throne."
Ji Xuanyi let out a cold laugh in his heart and then retracted his gaze from Ji Zhaoyang and the others.
To him, Ji Zhaoyang at this moment was simply not worthy of his attention; in comparison to the Third Imperial Prince who could be eliminated at any time, the matter at hand was much more important.
With this thought, Ji Xuanyi's gaze drifted toward the young scholar, standing in front of Zhao Yuan in dark blue robes.
This scholar was only at the Spirit Refining Stage, not very noticeable among the numerous wandering scholars outside the city, but on the sleeve of the scholar, two ancient characters filled with the essence of the Tao and embroidered in golden thread stood out.
Jixia!
