The Young Master said matter-of-factly, "There are many experts around him, making assassination difficult, hence using a magician's curse killing..."
He stopped halfway, suddenly stunned. Xu Jinglong, after all, was not a fool. His pupils suddenly shook, as if he realized something:
"Father once said that the White Clothes Sect magician who cursed Zhao Douan was lent to us by Prince Mu."
Prince Jing smiled slightly, raised his hand to adjust the fishing rod, and said:
"Understand now? When someone is unlucky, even drinking cold water gets stuck in their teeth. Of course, no one in the world can curse a Heavenly Human to death, but often, to achieve something, all you need is to place a feather on the scales, to create a tiny influence, and that's enough."
Lu Yaner, who had been silent and feigned indifference all along, spoke seriously:
"What exactly did you do?"
Prince Jing said calmly:
