After finishing their conversation, the two looked at each other. After all, they were father-in-law and son-in-law; with An Ning absent, saying too much was bound to become somewhat awkward.
Since the important matters had been settled, King Anyang waved a hand. "All right, go prepare for your wedding."
"About An Ning..."
Before Li Tianming could finish asking, King Anyang said, "Wait until the situation changes and see if an opportunity arises. There's no use rushing. If the Xuanyuan Emperor doesn't agree, then everything is out of the question. Fortunately, if the situation changes and your growth is terrifying enough, I believe she won't have to sit in prison for too long."
"Mm!" Li Tianming nodded. "Then I'll be off first."
"Watch your safety!"
With that, their brief meeting came to a hasty end, and they each returned.
With only a year left, going to the Taiyi Realm to cultivate would not help much. Li Tianming returned to Destiny Palace instead, striving to build greater confidence in crushing Weisheng Moran.
Because Weisheng Moran was Little Fish, this was also called frying fish—squeezing this little fish until she was utterly limp, soft as dough.
During the time he remained in Destiny Palace awaiting the grand wedding of the three parties, Li Tianming mainly relied on Silver Dust to monitor the changes arising everywhere due to Weisheng Moran's death.
He suddenly recalled a question. How did King Anyang know so clearly that many people within the Mu Xue Vein had proposed capturing me, while the sect leader had no such intention?
From Silver Dust's perspective, apart from some higher-ups of the Mu Xue Vein, hardly anyone knew about Mu Dongli's death. At the very least, the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, the ghosts and gods, and the rest knew nothing about it. Thus, the