Feng Yuanshan slowly nodded, "I suddenly have a bold idea that perhaps all of this is the handiwork of the Son of Nether Emperor. If that's true, then the other party is not only no mediocrity but a genius of the ages, managing to estrange the Seven Kings and then slaughter them with merely a few moves. And judging by this, Hua Xiangrong seems to have completely submitted to him. If this is true, his achievements might far exceed those of the Netherworld Emperor back then."
Hua Mao, upon hearing this, felt somewhat confused, "Mr. Feng, you can't possibly think it's all the doing of that Son of Nether Emperor, right? As far as I know, he's only in his twenties, and even with exceptional talent, conquering Hua Xiangrong wouldn't be easy. Moreover, unless Hua Xiangrong has a death wish, she wouldn't involve herself in the affairs of the Hidden Sect. From what I know about Hua Xiangrong, she probably won't leave the Ghost Market in her lifetime."
