"But in the final analysis, it was watching the sky last night, and if I realized something, I decided to go to prison with His Majesty today."

Zhu Di took a sip of the porridge, and asked again: "How does the master think Jiang Xinghuo's intelligence and knowledge compare with yours?"

"Since Liu Bowen's death, no one in the world can compare with the old monk." Dao Yan replied indifferently.