No matter what, the Wang Clan was destined to rebel.0

Zhao Changhe looked down at Wang Daoning’s corpse and murmured, “When he couldn’t curb his greed—when he knowingly absorbed the sea mud tainted with the Sea Tribe’s yin qi—this outcome was sealed. The Sea Emperor’s power was inherently incompatible with his own. Once he wielded it, he was forced to rebel, becoming a pawn in the struggle between Xia Longyuan and the Sea Emperor. Once that step was taken, there was no turning back. Either he destroyed his opponent, or he was destroyed. In a way… Hai Pinglan set up Old Wang.”0

Xia Chichi nodded.0

Indeed, Hai Pinglan had orchestrated this conflict perfectly, pitting the tiger against the wolf. By exploiting the Sea Emperor’s desire for more subjects, he lured him onto land to provoke Xia Longyuan—thus setting in motion the corruption of the Wang Clan.0

But regardless of who had manipulated the Wang Clan, Xia Chichi’s expression was now visibly lighter.0

Her emotions had been too tangled, seeking an outlet. With Wang Daoning dead, it felt as though...0