Qian Jiyun, You're Insolent!

"Pfft!" Qian Jiyun could not help but burst into laughter.

The Emperor even made such an open attempt to find out if he had any good artifacts in his possession? Unfortunately, even if he did have any, they were not something this old guy could handle.

"Your Majesty, I don't have any artifacts. You know that we can't take anything from Huayan Peak. I do have a few suitable weapons instead."

The old Emperor wanted his life and possessions—what a brilliant dream! He had to admire him.

Looking at him, Qian Jiyun asked softly, "As for the Third Prince, are you confident that he's the one who killed the Eldest Prince? What if… there's someone else?"

"Uhm…"

As Qian Jiyun stared at him, the old Emperor became momentarily speechless.

However, he quickly regained his composure and gritted his teeth, cursing Qian Jiyun several times in his heart.