Zhao Yun stood as straight as a pine, his black robe fluttering softly in the wind. With his arms folded across his chest, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed and his eyes as deep as an abyss, he remained silent for a long while, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.
Only after quite some time did he slowly speak. "Little Prince, I have to admit that the resources in those two places are tempting. I, Zhao, am indeed interested and willing to accept them, and help the Dagan Dynasty uncover the true culprit.
"However, the Gate of the Spirit Realm is about to open. All factions are stirring restlessly, like sharks that have caught the scent of blood.
"Our Wanze Sect naturally has to make preparations early, lest we fall into a passive position when the time comes.
"How about we put this matter of cooperation aside for now?"
Kang Jingchen wore magnificent robes and a jade crown, his face as fair as jade. Hearing this, he froze slightly, and an almost imperceptible trace of annoyance flashed through his narrow eyes.
He thought to himself, This Zhao Yun has given me another difficult problem. When we made our plans earlier, we never expected his concerns to run so deep.
However, he was a member of the imperial family after all, having grown up amidst the whirlpool of political schemes since childhood.
In but a moment, he regained his composure. With a solemn expression, he cupped his hands and said, "Sect Master Zhao, there is still no definite conclusion as to when the Gate of the Spirit Realm will open. It is like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water, ethereal and impossible to predict.
"Yet the secret behind Longqing City's disappearance is urgent. If it is not resolved soon,