Upon hearing this statement, Wu Geng’s expression, which had been calm and composed before, changed immediately. He quickly rose from his respectful bow, and his humble demeanor was suddenly replaced with the domineering aura of a king.

He looked at Zu An and said calmly, “When did you find out?”

As he said this, the surroundings suddenly changed. Just a moment ago, they had been on a battlefield bathed in rivers of blood, but it all vanished in a blink of an eye.

This was not the battlefield of Muye, but a deer terrace pavilion, which had been constructed a few years before the battle.

Pei Mianman appeared as well, seemingly dazed by the sudden change. She quickly rushed over to Zu An’s side and asked, “Ah Zu, what’s going on?”

Zu An smiled bitterly. “The one before you is the creator of this trial, the true final Shang king.”

Pei Mianman looked at the crown prince in shock. This quiet and soft-spoken prince had often visited her to wish her good health. She really couldn’t...