Night Imperial Princes posed a difficult problem, and Fan Lang provided a solution. This would buy them a chance to catch their breath and avoid implicating innocent people as much as possible.
Night Imperial Princes thought it over, then nodded and accepted the proposal, saying he would give it a try.
"Then it's settled. To make future contact easier, I'll leave you a thought medium. You can use it to contact me. Once you regain your freedom, we'll switch to light-spirit communication. That will be safer and less likely to be intercepted." Fan Lang's Thought Body flipped his hand over, condensed a ball of light in his palm, and handed it to Night Imperial Princes.
Night Imperial Princes took the ball of light, placed it against his forehead, and absorbed it into his Thought Body for safekeeping.
Everything that needed to be said had been said. The two had reached a consensus and could be considered allies now.
The two looked at each other, their gazes entirely different. Fan Lang's eyes were like sparks setting the plains ablaze, filled with passion enough to burn heaven and earth. Night Imperial Princes' eyes were like dead ashes rekindling, hope reigniting amid despair.
"We've talked long enough. It's time to say goodbye. I hope everything goes smoothly. Once this is done, you will no longer be Night Imperial Princes." Fan Lang prepared to leave, speaking words laden with meaning.
"I understand very well what Emperor Without Heaven's downfall will mean, and I know my own fate will not be good. But I will never regret it. My life is already like this anyway. There is nothing worth regretting, and nothing left to lose." Night Imperial Princes spoke gravely.
"It's good that you have such resolve."
"I have resolve. I hope you do as