"Abyssal Chronicle... is the Ming King mistaken about something? How could such a secret treasure be with me?"
It was evident that Fu Qian's condition was quite compelling.
The scarlet eyes and the illusory eyeball above his head flashed simultaneously for a while before Tyler, exuding a bit of a vampire's aura, finally responded.
The way he addressed him also subtly revealed his reluctance to believe that the Grand Fate Ming Emperor was Jiang En.
The old rival, who once had a psychological advantage, had already surpassed him in unseen corners—a feeling far from pleasant.
"No."
Unfortunately, facing his argument, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor merely shook his head lightly.
"Though I don't quite understand your family's thinking, I'm also not inclined to waste time on such disputes."
"What would make you think, after making so many arrangements, I would pose a meaningful request? But wait a minute..."
After hesitating for a moment, Fu Qian scrutinized Tyler.
