He wasn't in a hurry. After all, it was only a ten-day wait.
Beside him, Zimo of the Purpleblood Clan wasn't in a hurry either. He stood obediently behind An Ning, and the gloom between his brows seemed to have cleared considerably.
"Those three are Princess Yan, Baigu, and Wei Kunchen?" An Tianshu looked toward the opposite side of Flying Star Arena No. 1.
That was where the disciples of the three clans had gathered, with tens of thousands of core members present. Princess Yan and the other two stood at the very front, exceptionally conspicuous.
At the same time, the frost on their faces was the thickest.
It couldn't be helped. They had been played into fools.
If they hadn't had a flash of inspiration and shifted the losses onto a neighboring nation, implying that someone stood behind Li Tianming, they would have been laughed to death after suffering such losses without taking any revenge at all!
By now, with Li Tianming still uncaptured, they believed that even more firmly.
Today, they hadn't expected Li Tianming to return. They merely wanted everyone to see An Ning's hopes fall through, use that to convict Li Tianming, and at the same time drag An Ning into the affair, making her answer for the deaths of the three clans' disciples!
Wait!
Everyone was waiting!
They sneered coldly, indifferent and utterly without expectation.
They would wait until this batch of Soaring Dragon Army soldiers finished their duty rotation. Then they would magnify An Ning's crime of sheltering an enemy spy from a neighboring nation, spread the word throughout the Imperial Ruins, and smear the Imperial Clan Network for collaborating with the enemy and betraying the nation.
So long as Li Tianming didn't show himself, nothing could be explained or washed clean!
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