"But what if Little Seventeen's goal is to take the opportunity to kill the Wolf Lord? Then, the National Fate Pass would make no difference. As long as we kill the Wolf Lord, the Wolf Tribe will be leaderless and fall into chaos..."
Hearing the old emperor's words, Consort Ning sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Are you saying that Little Seventeen wants to behead the Wolf Lord?"
"But how does he have the strength? Didn't Little Seventeen just light up the seventh Gate of Heaven? The Wolf Lord had lit up the eighth gate.
"The seventh and eighth Gate of Heaven have vastly different battle prowess, right? Where did Little Seventeen get the confidence to behead the Wolf Lord?"
Consort Ning was even more worried.
However, the old emperor was getting calmer.
"Ning, you're wrong. We can't measure Little Seventeen with common sense.