After making a decision, Zhao Xing immediately headed to Hila Mansion.
Ji Mengjun was stationed in the Royal City, which had now become a temporary Council Hall for discussions among numerous high-grade strong individuals.
As the Fate Officer managing the middle ground, Ji Si revealed a wry smile upon seeing Zhao Xing.
"Sir, it seems you already know what I want to say." Zhao Xing greeted him.
"I may not be as capable as my elder brother in other things, but I excel at calculating human affairs. Your Heavenly Secret concealment was completed by him, and his spell follows the same lineage as mine." Ji Si sighed.
"Then you must know I have no choice but to go." Zhao Xing replied calmly.
"Zhao Xing, I have just one request." Ji Si's tone was gentle; he used the word 'request,' not 'demand.'
In this moment, Ji Si did not speak with an official's hierarchical authority, but rather like an elder giving counsel.
"Please, do tell."
