A chill wind swept through the courtyard, jolting Ji Yan back to his senses. He scrutinized the black-robed figure before him once more.
Despite the shock, he remained vigilant at heart. The origins of the Yellow Springs Sect were unknown, and though they had done much of his dirty work, he never fully trusted them. Who could guarantee that the Yellow Springs Sect wasn't deceiving him?
Ji Yan then asked, "How will you prove it?"
The black-robed man stepped to the edge of the pond, gazing at the swimming fish, and replied indifferently, "There's no need for proof. Your Highness can choose to believe or not. Whether to cooperate is entirely at Your Highness's discretion."
Hearing this, Ji Yan grew even more skeptical about the truth of his words.
However, if this black-robed man spoke the truth, his father might very well break through to the Heavenly Realm. By then, all their schemes would be mere jokes.
