After Ye Moyuan left, Chen Ze was the only one remaining in the vast main hall of the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Palace.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the dome toward the endless void. His sleeves stirred without wind, and a trace of gravity gathered between his brows.
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
Yantian appeared at his side at some unknown moment, his childish voice breaking the silence within the hall.
Chen Ze withdrew his gaze and looked at Yantian, the tension in his expression easing slightly.
He reached out and ruffled Yantian's head. "I'm thinking about what will happen three months from now."
Yantian immediately waved his little fists, determination gleaming in his eyes. "Master will definitely win! Yantian will help you too!"
Warmth surged through Chen Ze's heart as he watched him.
The corners of his lips curled up in a genuine smile. "Of course. Your help will be indispensable in this battle."
Yantian's eyes lit up, and he immediately straightened his back, his little face filled with seriousness. "Whatever Master needs Yantian to do, just give the order."
After pondering for a moment, a flash of resolve passed through Chen Ze's eyes. "Starting today, open up a hundred cultivation rooms in the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Palace. Adjust the Spiritual Energy concentration to twenty times that of the outside world."
Yantian bit his lip at those words and hesitated. "Master, won't that deplete the spirit vein's source? Last time, you said..."
Chen Ze smiled in satisfaction. He had not expected Yantian to keep all his words so firmly in mind. "Don't worry. Once Shen Wansan brings in the cultivators he recruited, the spirit veins they contribute will be enough to make up for the consumption."
Only then did Yantian relax, but