“Some say he’s dead, others say he was arrested and secretly imprisoned…who knows?” Zhang Jie sneered. “Besides, even if that imperial grandson were alive, what trouble could he possibly cause?”
Zuan agreed with this assessment. The Great Zhou Kingdom was already firmly established, and with the existence of the extraordinary Zhao Hao, who would risk their life for a random grandson of the former dynasty?
He suddenly realized something was wrong: "Aren't you a remnant of the previous dynasty?"
“Remnants of the previous dynasty?” Zhang Jie sneered. “Who has anything to do with those mentally unstable guys?”
"Then why have you been talking about the grandson of the former dynasty for so long? And why did you take such a big risk?" Although Zu An's tone was unfriendly, he had resolved many of his doubts. Before this, he had almost no way of knowing the secrets of the previous dynasty.
“I’ve already told you, of course it’s to repay Brother Zhang’s kindness back then,” Zhang Jie said calmly.
“No,” Zu’an said coldly, “You’ve become a powerful official like the Prefect of Yi County, and you’ve seen all the intrigue and backstabbing in the bureaucracy. You absolutely cannot retain the original intentions of your youth. Even if Zhang Zhiquan did you a great favor back then, it was already the limit for you to take care of his orphan in private. You couldn’t possibly take such a big risk to deal with a vassal king.”
Although the Prince of Yan was a member of the royal family, he was not a direct descendant of Zhao Hao, but rather his cousin. Therefore, it was impossible for him to seek revenge.
After a pause, he added, "Besides, you were just thinking of killing her. This isn't about repaying a debt of gratitude, is it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zitong looked at Zhang Jie with some fear. She hadn't thought about it carefully before because she was only focused on revenge, or perhaps she didn't want to. Now that she had avenged herself, this reminder made her realize that something was indeed amiss.
Zhang Jie laughed: "You're very clever, probably the smartest Embroidered-Robe Envoy I've ever met. But since you're so clever, why do you think I'm telling you so much?"
“Delaying time…” Zuan naturally knew his intentions, but he was confident enough and wanted to get enough information out of him, so he cooperated with him in playing this game.
Halfway through his speech, his expression suddenly changed, because the other person's demeanor gradually began to become strange.
The candlelight in the room flickered on and off; the candles were still burning, but the room suddenly went dark.
As if the light had been sucked away by something, the shadows in the room seemed to surge toward Zhang Jie as if they were living things.
Suddenly, a thought struck him: "You're the wizard who killed the seventh-ranked gold medalist!"
I examined the body of the seventh-ranked Gold Medalist before. His cultivation level was not low, and with the support of the Embroidered Robe Envoy's various equipment, he would be able to fight even a Grandmaster.
Yet there was no sign of resistance on his body, as if he had died in his sleep.
At first, it was thought that the murderer was Mr. Huo from the Prince of Yan's Mansion. Although Mr. Huo's cultivation was good, the seventh-ranked Gold Medalist had been investigating the Prince of Yan's Mansion. It was impossible for him to be completely unprepared for such a famous place. Moreover, Mr. Huo's cultivation was not high enough.
So he had always been curious about who that mysterious wizard was, and now it seemed he had the answer.
However, he didn't quite understand: "How could you possibly hide your identity as a wizard from the imperial court's assessment?"
For a high-ranking official like him, the court's vetting process would be of paramount importance; it's impossible that they didn't know his identity as a sorcerer beforehand.
Zhang Jie chuckled: "I am not a wizard, but I happen to have mastered a spell that allows me to be possessed by a wizard and gain abilities equivalent to a wizard. The only drawback is that this process takes time."
The reason he hadn't used the wizard's power to silence Zhang Zitong before was mainly because he was afraid the Embroidered Robe Envoy would discover that the real culprit in the whole case was still at large, but now he didn't need to worry about that anymore.
As he spoke, his eyes began to turn as black as ink: "Since I can kill the seventh-ranked gold medalist, I can naturally kill another gold medalist in embroidered robes."
Zu An thought to himself, "What the hell is this 'inviting a sorcerer to possess me' thing? How come there are so many bizarre methods in this world?"
However, he did not hesitate any longer, because he had already sensed that the other party had the ability to threaten him.
Without seeing him make any move, the Soul-Hooking Rope appeared in his hand and was lashed out at the opponent. The Soul-Hooking Rope was the standard weapon of the Embroidered Robe Envoy and was quite effective in countering various abilities.
He didn't want to reveal his other identity, so he didn't use a sword.
Zhang Jie was clearly somewhat wary of the Golden Embroidered Robe's Soul-Hooking Rope. While dodging, his dark eyes stared directly at Zu An.
Zuan felt as if the air around him had become thick and sticky, his eyelids had become extremely heavy, and a strong sense of sleepiness washed over him. The whistling soul-snatching rope inexplicably softened.
With a thud, Zhang Zitong collapsed onto the bed. Although Zhang Jie's attack wasn't aimed at her, even the aftershock was enough to overwhelm her.
Having learned from his previous experience fighting Mr. Huo, Zuan instantly closed his eyes and summoned Hundred Cries Counterattack.
Mental attacks are often only effective when countered by mental attacks.
As expected, Zhang Jie showed a pained expression, and the hypnotic skill he had been using also relaxed.
However, Zaun was also suffering. The opponent's skill, which was either hypnosis or dream entry, was too domineering, and even with his eyes closed, he was deeply affected by it.
Fortunately, thanks to his previous experience fighting Mr. Huo and Bai Ming's counterattack, he didn't fall asleep immediately.
Last time, Mr. Huo tricked him into a dream, and although he eventually saw through the illusion and woke up, he dared not risk entering the dream this time, facing the much stronger Zhang Jie. He might not be able to wake up from it, especially since the other party might hypnotize him and still have the ability to move, which would be troublesome if he were to be directly dealt a fatal blow.
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