A servant was carefully fastening the strap of Qin Ye's headwear under his chin, while another servant was meticulously combing his hair and making sure there wasn't so much as a single crease on his black dragon robe. This was his first international conference, so he didn't want to wear something that was too eye-catching. Zhao Yun was standing right beside him, and all of a sudden, he raised an eyebrow and said, "My Lord, as you anticipated, the second King Yanluo has intervened."

The power of the second King Yanluo was so formidable that it could be felt even from across the entire Pacific Ocean. Qin Ye didn't know what reactions the three pillars would have to this, and he didn't care. He merely said in a calm voice, "That's only to be expected. Are you feeling a little guilty?"

Zhao Yun shook his head in response. "I am loyal only to the current King Yanluo, not any particular person. However, I'm very curious, how did you know that the second King Yanluo would definitely intervene?"

Qin Ye's expression darkened slightly as he raised his arms, allowing his servants to adjust his robes as he harumphed coldly, "Those so-called Heavenly Dao restrictions on his arms were fucking drawn on with paint! I can't believe he thought I would be stupid enough to fall for that! Can't he at least show a little sincerity when lying? From the way he executed Xu Fu, I knew that he wasn't bound in any way by the Heavenly Dao, and the oil paint was way...