Hearing the words, Eldest Brother Yan closed his eyes.
The old emperor had truly gone mad to speak such things.
But then again, with several families already annihilated, how could he not have lost his sanity? And how could he possibly still have any humanity left?
"Huff!"
He let out a heavy sigh, turning his head to look at Qian Jiyun.
"What now?"
The Emperor wouldn't speak, and given his condition, even a few words could provoke him into spitting blood. Torture to extract a confession was likely out of the question.
"Isn't it obvious."
Qian Jiyun chuckled lightly, walked over to the Emperor's desk, took up a pen, and began to write something on paper.
The old emperor, squinting his eyes, watched Qian Jiyun, who was so close right before him. He really wanted to reach out, strangle him by the neck, and end it all.
But, against an inter-plane traveler from Huayan Peak, how could he dare to make a move?