Over the next few days, Jiang Yinlan clearly wanted Lin Langtian, who had gone through the battle at the Qiankun Spirit Pond, to rest for a while.
Thus, Lin Langtian had quite a bit of free time. Yet while he was at leisure, Silver Mist Palace began making move after move.
Because of the battle at the Qiankun Spirit Pond, Lin Langtian had won back considerable prestige for Silver Mist Palace, and Jiang Yinlan intended to press the advantage and completely restore Silver Mist Palace's reputation.
After all, among the nine kings, Silver Mist Palace could basically be considered the weakest in terms of foundations.
If Silver Mist Palace wanted to increase its strength, it needed to expand its territory and greatly enlarge its domain.
With sufficient territory, it would harvest vast quantities of Supreme Spirit Liquid every year.
And what Silver Mist Palace lacked most right now was Supreme Spirit Liquid. Especially after Lin Langtian had made his promise to the Silver Mist Guard, their need for Supreme Spirit Liquid had become even more pressing.
Without enough Supreme Spirit Liquid, Silver Mist Palace would struggle even to survive, much less grow stronger.
By now, the many factions within the Qiankun Sect were likely all watching Silver Mist Palace in secret. They wanted to know whether this Silver Mist Palace, silent for so long, was about to make some major move.
Under the watchful eyes of many, Jiang Yinlan dispatched forces that very day, heading straight for the cities they had previously failed to seize. Their message was extremely simple.
Submit to Silver Mist Palace immediately.
Jiang Yinlan's actions left quite a few people astonished, while others secretly shook their heads and laughed.
A woman was still a woman—far too soft in her methods.
Did she think such a casual