Chapter 11646 — Beneath the Table
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He had lost his mind.
Bai Shizu could not help saying, "Could there be some deeper meaning? Beneath the table, perhaps there is some card we cannot see still hidden?"
Elder Qin was noncommittal. "After all these years of probing, the Princely Estate of Qi's reserves are an open book to us. If there is any card we do not know about, it would have to be some old monster who has thrown in with them only recently."
To be sure, in theory the Princely Estate of Qi was, like their own Princely Estate of Qin, one of those obvious, unmistakable members of the old guard.
Their odds of weathering the coming great upheaval were vanishingly small.
Old monsters would not, as a rule, place their bets on them.
Still, one could not entirely rule out the possibility that someone was betting on a dark horse.
Who knew—perhaps someone wanted to gamble big.
The Prince of Qin spoke up then. "I have had no small deal of dealings with the Prince of Qi. He used to be quite normal, but now he gives me a rather strange feeling."
Everyone was slightly taken aback.
The Prince of Qin was a man of deep and brooding temperament; he did not hand down judgments lightly. Since even he found it strange, there must be something genuinely odd about this Prince of Qi.
That said, the target that interested the Prince of Qin more at this moment was still Wei Zhao.
He had seen plenty of monstrous, once-in-a-generation talents, but someone like Wei Zhao, who had been utterly transformed in the space of a single year—
from a seedling with merely decent potential to a monster whose very presence made even him instinctively wary—
that was a case without precedent.
Elder Qin smiled. "Whatever the Prince of Qi is plotting with this move, it is no bad thing for us. We need only see how much of Wei Zhao's true mettle he can smoke out for us."
The others exchanged glances and nodded.
If the Prince of Qi knew that in the eyes of the Prince of Qin and the others he was now nothing more than a stepping stone for testing Wei Zhao, one wondered how he would take it.
At this moment.
Wei Zhao, the center of all eyes, looked at the ranks of elite experts of the Princely Estate of Qi arrayed before him like a foe at the gates, and smiled. "You do not intend to invite me in?"
The crowd was dumbstruck.
On paper this was a banquet, but judging by the whole array before them, even a blind man could tell it was a trap—and he still wanted to enter the Princely Estate of Qi?
Was he not afraid of being caught in the jar like a turtle?
Since his return, Wei Zhao had not once made a move in public, but since even his subordinates possessed such formidable strength, his own power naturally appeared unfathomable in everyone's eyes.
Yet no matter how unfathomable, set against the deep foundations of the Princely Estate of Qi, it was still, when all was said and done, not enough.
If they fought straight away outside, and Wei Zhao's faction defeated the Princely Estate of Qi—or even crushed it outright—no one would find it strange.
But once he entered the interior of the Princely Estate of Qi, what he faced would not be merely these elite experts.
The estate's own formations, cultivated over tens of thousands of years, would be enough to leave Wei Zhao bloodied and broken!
Then the central gate of the Princely Estate of Qi swung wide open, and an elder of the clan came out to welcome him.
"My prince invites Young Hero Lin to enter alone for a talk."
Alone?
The great lords of every faction turned to look. As expected of an old princely estate—whatever else one might say, their cheek was truly thick.
Catching the turtle in the jar was not enough; they even wanted to catch only Wei Zhao.
The pressure now fell upon Wei Zhao.
True, it would be perfectly normal for him to refuse, but he had just blown his own trumpet a moment ago, and to refuse now would smack of slapping his own face.