Once their important discussion concluded, the figure on the black jade dissipated.
Zhao Yong put the black jade away, his expression grim.
He wanted Zhao Ci to die, of course.
But the *how* of his death mattered a great deal.
If he had his way,
he would have preferred Zhao Ci to be struck dead by a falling meteorite. That way, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.
But to indirectly commit murder by cooperating with the Demon Sect...
Even if his own involvement was minor, the psychological burden was immense.
For one, he was terrified of being exposed.
For another, fratricide was not a thought a proper son should entertain.
'His Imperial Father would never want to see such a thing.'
But he had no choice.
He had already come this far. Everything that had happened recently destined him to lead Zhao Ci to his doom.
'However...'
