Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "I'm sure that those guys have been planning this for a long time."
"It seems that after failing to kill me, you've turned to kill the other Princes," he sneered. "What a good plan."
The Young Emperor asked again, "Speaking of which, you just said that Prince Mo died in the hands of a mysterious woman?"
Jian Wushuang nodded, but he did not say Zheng Ying's name.
"To have such power to kill Prince Mo so easily, Brother Jian, why don't you make a guess? Who sent these people?" the Young Emperor looked at him and said meaningfully.
In fact, after the complete destruction of the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture, he had some doubts. There was only one possibility that could mobilize two Grand Yan Immortals and seven peak Yan Immortals and set up a situation where the disaster was directed to the East.
It was the killing between the Princes.
