Ji Xinghe wasn't very surprised; he quietly watched the image on the screen and listened to the sounds coming from the speaker inside the cell.
"Teacher."
When the King of the East shouted this name, which stunned everyone, Wu Chen and Prince Shiyi followed closely with the same address, but it had no effect, even though their tones were more forceful.
"Teacher!"
"Teacher!"
"Mm."
Li Zhengfan responded softly, gaining the initiative in this negotiation, which could mean nothing or everything.
"The two of them studied with me for a shorter time; you studied with me longer."
Using the tone of a strict teacher facing underperforming students, Li Zhengfan looked at the King of the East and said: "I've told you, your nephew's attitude toward this war is more casual than your attitude toward your two sons. Why would you still believe he would really give such an immortal opportunity to you, the Empire's King of the East?"
The King of the East inexplicably felt a bit nervous.
