If even Ning Fan, with his Seven-Colored Divine Light talent, can't condense the Divine Seed, Tielei doesn't know who else in the world can.
Ning Fan feigned ignorance and asked, "What Divine Seed?"
Tielei's eyes flickered several times before finally calming down, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is your relationship with the Crown Prince?"
"Who is the Crown Prince?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it." Tielei's face darkened, "Your origins are unclear, I should have guessed there was something odd about it, but..."
Ning Fan followed up, "But you, old man, were too greedy, so you overlooked these issues."
Tielei sneered, "So you admit it. Under the heavens, only the Divine Blood in the Crown Prince's hands can counter the Divine Seed. Where is the Crown Prince?"
Ning Fan smirked playfully, "Are you scared?"
Tielei scoffed, "Ridiculous, would I be scared?"
"Really not scared?"
