Flowers in the mirror, the moon on the water.
Little Fatty, no matter how hard he tried, was merely putting on a monkey show for the audience.
Shen Xinglan knew that what Tang Fei said was true. Given the Royal Family's ruthlessness and Zhong Daolong's cunning calculations, there was no way they would entrust an Empire Princess to a somewhat talented "Old Land refugee."
Of course, if Tang Fei could advance to a Grandmaster, or even a Great Grandmaster, by the time Phoenix came of age for marriage, that would be a different matter altogether.
A Grandmaster, the Royal Family would consider.
A Great Grandmaster, the Royal Family would submit to.
Such was the power and prestige of a Great Grandmaster.
How could the National Guardian Divine Artifact be taken lightly?
But why was he telling him all this?
Shen Xinglan looked at Tang Fei and asked aloud, "Are you worried I harbor resentment and will take action against you during this exploration?"
