The familiar coldness coming from her tenth son made Xihe’s heart sink. Her rational self had known that the youth before her was likely to be a fake, but she still harbored a sliver of hope. There was no need to go very far to deceive someone who had lost everything like her—all one had to do was to show her a glimmer of hope, and she would fool herself. 0

The youth glared at Zu An coldly. “I spent countless years meticulously setting up my grand plan, but it was all nearly ruined because of you. You should take pride in that.”0

“Grand plan my ass! It’s just your greed. In order to construct this vile formation, you even killed your own sons, yet you have the cheek to appear self-righteous,” Zu An spat in disdain.0

“A mere ant like you would never understand!” Emperor Jun sneered. “For the sake of eliminating the vile Shamans, sacrifices are inevitable. Once the Shamans...0