Promotion to Imperial Younger Sister, Epic Enhancement

Qin Yang could not find Xun Mu no matter how hard he looked. That fellow was truly patient—so many days had passed without a scrap of news or trace. He had even stationed people in the East Sea, yet not a single living person had approached the place.

It seemed that fellow would not show himself anytime soon. Or perhaps he would appear under another identity.

Having spanned countless years, what he lacked least should have been patience. Qin Yang reckoned the other party would not appear again within just a few short years.

After all, Qin Yang had been silently set up by him. He only needed to hide and do nothing. As that thread of power seeped in imperceptibly over time, the chances of Qin Yang bringing about his own destruction were surely very high.

That strange power was definitely connected to the One Word Art. Only because Qin Yang had cultivated one divine ability from the One Word Art had he sensed that something was amiss. Only when he activated that divine ability had he truly discovered and dispelled it; all other powers had barely any effect on it.

Even though that thread of strange power was itself extremely weak.

He wrote that fellow down in his Little Notebook. His priority ranking was second only to the Emperor Ying.

The Emperor Ying was powerful, certainly, but he disdained using such underhanded methods. If he truly wanted to deal with someone, he would simply crush them head-on by force. Before absolute strength, all schemes and strange tricks were paper tigers.

But Xun Mu was different. His Black Hand had nearly done Qin Yang in, and he was incredibly good at lying low. The moment the wind turned unfavorable, he would hide first, stockpile grain and build strength, then