"Go on." Qi Haoxuan sat there authoritatively, lightly tapping the armrest of the chair with the fan in his hand, and spoke indifferently.
"Prince Xiaoyao is just a good-for-nothing, relying merely on his background, right? Counting on the Emperor's favor. As long as I send my disciple to Prince Xiaoyao and use the Soul Summoning Technique to enchant him, who would suspect? At that time, whatever he's told, he'll do it. Let him rebel, and I'll become the father-in-law of the nation. You useless dogs, looking down on others, wouldn't you bow to me like dogs, wagging tails and begging?" The Daoist's words were like a douse of cold water into a pot of boiling oil, causing an uproar among everyone in the hall.
