But as long as someone from Jinlan Mountain said a word, he believed it.
"Why do you say there's hope?"
"If the Crown Prince had died at King Xiang's hands, those who captured me before had also been involved with King Xiang.
Then today, if I died on the spot by His Highness's hand, I would have said there's no hope."
"Do you believe what I say?"
"Hah, Your Highness is a dignified king of Dazhen, also a Ninth Tier Strong, one below the Heaven but above a multitude. Now you've put forth a great effort, invited a same-tier strong one, blocked Lei Clan's Ancestor Li, and implicated your father. If it's just to personally come and trick me, a mere Fourth-tier Body Cultivation, into saying a few words, then I'd rather believe everything His Highness says is true."
"Hahaha…" King Xiang laughed, for the first time raising a teacup, gesturing to Yu Ziqing, "You're quite interesting, much more interesting than I thought."
He understood Yu Ziqing's meaning.
For the first question, if to achieve the goal, he was unscrupulous, even dared to kill his closely related cousin, then Yu Ziqing would have said there's no hope.
For the second question, if before, he had done anything against those from Jinlan Mountain, then Yu Ziqing would also have stubbornly resisted to the end.
Rather die than let a glimmer of hope in his heart be doused with a basin of cold water, making life worse than death thereafter.
King Xiang was somewhat surprised by Yu Ziqing's thoughts, but now he found Yu Ziqing much more agreeable, even willing to personally offer a cup of tea.
There were so many people in this world who pursued fame, pursued realm, and were unscrupulous to achieve their goals.
But that did not include him.
Many years ago, when his father had an accident, he had the opportunity to ascend the throne.
But at that time, what he cared about was his father, never thought about the throne at all.
His Second Uncle, at the time made a decisive decision, took the action of usurpation, reducing harm to the lowest.
Rationally, he thought his uncle did the right thing, minimized the harm to Dazhen. If not decisive at that time, the waves and disasters might not have resulted in the present Dazhen.
But emotionally, he couldn't accept it because at that time, his father still had a slight possibility, by leveraging the power of the Divine Dynasty, to suppress the Devil Thought, but his uncle crushed that hope.
So, for two thousand years, he never stirred up trouble, never questioned his uncle's illegitimate ascension, yet also didn't see his uncle, the current Emperor Zhen, for the same two thousand years.
The two were not in conflict.
What kind of person was he himself, what kind of person he wanted to be, naturally influenced the kind of people he liked.
He could tell Yu Ziqing was not deceitfully lying, Yu Ziqing indeed cared very much about the answers to those two questions.
The atmosphere instantly became much more harmonious.
Yu Ziqing added water, brewed the tea, and poured a cup for each of them.
"Your Highness, having asked the questions, may I know what Your Highness plans to do next?"
"By all means, take the Sealed Items to Sorrow Cave Heaven, unseal it there, only then can it be controlled, and then bring my father's severed limb out."
"Will Your Highness personally take action?"
"Yes, I don't trust those elusive sewer rats."
"Then, I will follow Your Highness."
"You?" King Xiang glanced at Yu Ziqing, shook his head, "Your strength is too weak, going to Sorrow Cave Heaven would immediately make you Devillic, dying a miserable death."
"Your Highness misunderstands." Yu Ziqing shook his head, pointed to those metal pages, "Your Highness, among them is the Devil, to be blunt, without me, Your Highness won't be able to bring your father out."
Saying this, Yu Ziqing grinned.
"Besides, I want to kill a few stinking rats first to vent my anger."
"Hahaha, good." King Xiang laughed, nodding his head, "Well said, I will personally catch a few stinking rats to appease your anger!"
King Xiang glanced northward, stood up, and said.
"The time is about right, my young friend, come to the Northern Border when you have time, you're quite interesting."
With that, King Xiang tossed a token to Yu Ziqing.
Then, in one step, his figure disappeared.
The force that trapped the Flying Boat, leaving it in place no matter how it tried to fly, dissipated as well.
The Flying Boat continued to fly towards Dazhen while Yu Ziqing stood at the bow of the ship, casting a glance into the distance.
In the sky's position, a large mass of black clouds was vaguely visible; even from here, the rumble of thunder could still be faintly heard.
That should have been Lei Li fighting against the same-tier strong one.
Yu Ziqing touched the palm of his hand, already sweaty.
Not feeling tense at all was still somewhat unlikely.
The fact that nothing happened this time, the ability to talk so much, was fundamentally because there was deterrence behind; with this prerequisite, there was something to discuss. Having something to talk about allowed for continued dialogue, leading to pleasant conversation.
So, he now considered the village chief's strictness towards villagers fair, the old village chief being a lifetime village chief might not be as knowledgeable as Old Yang, but his wisdom was not necessarily inferior.
The village chief could always grasp the core of the issue in one glance.
If Jinlan Mountain had a Ninth Tier Body Cultivation and a Ninth Tier Great Demon walking around with dozens of seventh and eighth-tier body cultivators,
he, Yu Ziqing, could walk anywhere sideways in the future.
Whoever saw him would respectfully address him as Young Master Qing.
Being discreet was necessary, the deterrent at the bottom of the box shouldn't be used often, but sometimes, it was also essential to flex one's muscles.
So, Yu Ziqing now decided to show some muscles that anyone could see.
Yu Ziqing smoothly arrived at the Lei Clan and met Lei Yu.
Lei Yu saw him, helplessly spread his hands.