Zuo Ziyue shook his dizzy head, his Divine Soul exhausted. He thought to himself that the Dancang Seal was truly formidable, though unfortunately, this technique was suited only for Jiang Suxin himself, uniquely blessed by heaven. No matter how meticulously others studied it, they could hardly capture even three tenths of its essence.
Even if the Holy Land had recorded this technique, because the one wielding it was not named Jiang Suxin, executing it appeared utterly awkward and out of place.
Withholding his breath and focusing his mind, a white halo bloomed between his brows, barely restoring a sliver of clarity. He shouted in a vibrating voice: "Prince Yan is overthinking. The Holy Land does not participate in the internal affairs of various nations—this is known to all under heaven. We came here out of regard for the old friendship of the late Emperor of Zhao-Qin, and it has not the slightest connection to the Ji Emperor, let alone the magic treasures bestowed by the Ji Emperor."
Chapter 735