Doctor Lu stammered, “I, I’m not sure how accurate are the things I know…”0

Zhao Changhe smiled warmly and said, “Don’t worry, just tell us what you know, as much as you can. Take your time.”0

The relationship between the Wang Clan and the Sea Tribe had always been an enigma to him. Ever since the Heavenly Tome offered him vague hints without further explanation, Zhao Changhe had been left guessing about what exactly was going on. The curiosity alone was enough to drive him crazy. If he had the time, he might have even gone out of his way to investigate and find out what it was all about.0

Now, the answers were being delivered right to him, and Wang Daozhong, who had been persistently trying to assassinate him, had been conveniently sent off to prison. It was like finally being able to relieve a long bout of constipation—utterly satisfying.0

Oh, right, there was also that assassin from the Snow-Listening Pavilion. Where did he go?0

Doctor Lu began speaking, “The Wang Clan has two types of this unique marine clay. One type is used for physical enhancement, but perhaps due to its diluted energy, its effects are rather ordinary. Uh, Young Master Zhao, I believe you’ve used it before.”0

“Yes, I have.” Of course, the effect was ordinary. That marine clay had been formed from the diluted energy of a tiny fragment that chipped off...0