All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 4311 - Chapter 4320

Dane knew very well that if he killed Philip outside, the news would definitely reach Zenith’s ears. If that happened, Dane would die for sure. Thus, he could only make a move inside. He could even shift the blame to others to protect himself. Frowning, Palmer said helplessly, “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t think it’s good for us.” Dane fell silent. His clothes fluttered in the breeze, and his silhouette looked a little forlorn. After a long while, Dane sighed. “It’s a choice made out of desperation. The ancient Heavenly Court is not comparable to the royal families, after all. Let’s decide later.” Dane shook his head with a grimace and left. Palmer had no choice but to follow suit. … In the yard of the residence of Lookout City's mayor where the White Marsh royal family was located. An old man was leisurely drinking tea with Adonis and the others. Adonis asked cheerfully, “Sir, you certainly know how to enjoy life. Aren’t you afraid that something wil

Philip looked at the man coldly. A smack was heard before Philip could respond. The man was sent flying dozens of miles away while a slender hand slowly retracted. Bonnie had made a move. “How rude,” Bonnie said. Bonnie turned to Philip, still cold and aloof. Philip raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, “How domineering.” Bonnie said, “You can speak your mind.” He smiled without another word. Meanwhile, many people around sized Philip up. Philip raised his eyebrows at this scene. “Are they members of the Shank family?” Bonnie glanced at those people and said, “You can say so. You must have a purpose for entering the ruins this time. What's your main purpose?” Philip's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to find the Nine Lunar Resurrection Herb, but he had never mentioned it before. The other reason was for his mother, but Bonnie should not know about this. Why did she say that he had a purpose? His eyes darted around as he said with a smile, “Who doesn’t

Philip frowned. What reason could it be? Bonnie continued, “You might be that person.” Philip was taken aback and asked in bewilderment, “Which person?” Byron said, “The one who can get the heritage and secrets of the ancient ruins of White Imperial City in the end. But you don't seem to want the heritage, because it looks like you can get something more important there. Or in other words, something better than the White Emperor's heritage.” Byron smiled gently and calmly as if this outcome would definitely come true. However, Philip shook his head with a chuckle and said, “I don’t think so. Do you really think the heritage of White Imperial City can be obtained so easily? What about those indomitable pseudo holy beings? Would they let me have it so easily? Besides, tens of thousands of people in White Imperial City will be competing for it.” Byron and Bonnie smiled but said no more. At this time, an old voice said, “It doesn't matter who gets it. We're not after the he

Old Shank was dumbfounded at Philip’s shameless remark but simply shook his head in silent agreement. Then, Old Shank looked at Zenith. “Let’s have a cup of tea.” Zenith smiled and nodded. “Let’s go.” The two vanished from the spot and reappeared high in the sky. A tea table appeared in the air with a cloud beneath it. Two stools made of clouds slowly took shape. Old Shank waved his hand gently, and a purple teapot steaming from the spout appeared on the tea table. Two cups stood next to the teapot. “I just got the teapot and tea leaves. Let's give them a try." Without further ado, Zenith sat down and took a sip of tea. After closing his eyes and savoring it carefully, he opened his eyes and looked at Old Shank in surprise. “Enlightenment tea? How did you get this?” Old Shank smiled, pointed downward, and said, “I found an enlightenment tea plant in this city. I got this teapot there too. I think the White Emperor used it before.” Zenith took another sip of the tea

A huge ball of energy exploded above White Imperial City, forming a symbol of duality in the sky. Bright lights in the middle of the symbol dazzled everyone. The spots of light quickly formed a huge figure. The figure was dressed in white, looking aloof and elegant. He seemed surrounded by spots of energy lights. “When will the 3,000 great paths end? The tomb of death can bury the universe!” These words resounded like a tolling bell in all directions. Everyone looked at the figure with great reverence, and Philip was no exception. Bonnie said, “As expected of an eternal emperor. Before the nine royal families, the White Emperor was the only controller of the Starfall Continent. They only came into existence after his death. I suppose not many people know about this now.” There was a hint of admiration in Bonnie's voice, which Philip had never heard from Bonnie before. Philip did not comment. After all, he did not know much about the White Emperor, let alone admire him.