However.
Thinking of Yan Shuzhu's uncultivatable physique, Yan Fuhai merely smiled indifferently.
Even if one has some ability, what does it matter? This Great Qian is ultimately the domain of the Martial Artist. An emperor who cannot cultivate, no matter how well he performs or how capable he is, cannot escape the fate of being a puppet.
"After all, no matter what, he is the master's bloodline, and naturally excels with the master's blood!"
Wei Hongfang knew how to flatter.
Even though he looked down on Yan Shuzhu, as a servant, he could not say it outright.
Instead, he praised Yan Shuzhu as a way to flatter Yan Fuhai.
"Hahaha!"
Yan Fuhai laughed upon hearing this.
"You still know how to speak so well!"
The reason Yan Fuhai kept Wei Hongfang by his side was partly because he was indeed efficient.
And the other aspect was his ability to flatter.
Not to mention anything else.
At least Yan Fuhai found it comforting to hear.
"I'm just speaking the truth!"
