Fang Zhuo's expression was still not quite pleasant, but he burst into laughter: "They never expected that this time, they'd try to steal a chicken only to lose the bait."
"With Zheng Yi's warning, not only did their plot fail, but it also caused the fourth Enlightenment Master of the Nether Spirit Race to be seriously injured."
"I held nothing back earlier; that lad will absolutely not be able to recover to his peak state within ten years."
Fang Zhuo approvingly patted Zheng Yi's shoulder, his smile exceedingly bright.
Zheng Yi helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth.
How many years had it been since anyone dared to treat him like this since he became Emperor?
Now, he still felt a bit unaccustomed to it.
Considering the other party was an Enlightenment Master, and knowing he might need help from them in the future, he endured it.
"Who are you?" Shen Weiyao's eyes were as deep as unfathomable pools, without a ripple of emotion.
