A FOLLOWER CAN BE A BETRAYER

Shao Yaoting continued to speak to the Emperor politely, but his mouth was actually not polite at all. The man wearing black hanfu even dared to ask the Emperor to leave the throne, and it seemed the way he politely spoke to the Emperor was just nonsense.

It seemed like someone was still greeting the Emperor politely, but that person dared to throw dirt on the Emperor's face. Even if there was no real dirt in Shao Yaoting's hands, such an analogy suddenly crossed Bai Chen's mind, and he even stared at the head of the Black Werewolf Clan in disbelief.

'In the end, his ultimate goal is to drag the Emperor down from his throne?' He couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

He knew that the Black Werewolf Clan had been in conflict with the White Werewolf Clan for many years, but he did not expect that the head of the Black Werewolf Clan could even take advantage of his daughter's death to push the Emperor to the edge of a cliff.