Ye Chenxiao had previously sent someone to kill Zhao Letian precisely because Zhao Letian was of Royal Bloodline and a potential contender for the throne of Dajin Country.
Although the probability was very small, Ye Chenxiao had to be proactive and eliminate any potential threats.
"Agreed."
Zhao Letian didn't hesitate at all and nodded in agreement.
In Ye Chenxiao's eyes, the throne of the Dajin Country might be supremely honorable and worth any sacrifice to seize.
But in Zhao Letian's view, the throne of such a small Dajin Country wasn't worth mentioning at all.
His sights had never been limited to the powers of Dajin Country or the Gray Wolf Kingdom; with the memory inheritance from the Dragon Clan, he was much clearer than Ye Chenxiao about how vast this world really was. The position of a country's sovereign was not his pursuit—outside, there was a much broader stage waiting for him.
"Good, now make a Heavenly Dao Oath."
