Meng Chao understood.
A philosopher from the Earth Era had once said, "A deal doesn't come from begging to buy."
The search for the Holy Mountain Temple and the Great Fireball Remains had originally been the High-Level Orcs' business.
The High-Level Orcs should have been the ones begging the witches to hand over the map, willing to pay any price for it.
But if the witches took the initiative to propose cooperation with the High-Level Orcs, they would no longer be able to open their mouths like lions and carve a vicious chunk of flesh from the High-Level Orcs.
"So, my mother deliberately placed most of the marching maps and Combat Logs where my father could easily find them, while secretly hiding away the most critical core clues."
Ice Storm said, "My mother understood my father very well. She knew he was ambitious and unwilling to live in obscurity—otherwise, he would never have risked nine deaths and one life to infiltrate the Holy Light Land and stir up trouble.
"How could such an ambitious man possibly remain obediently in the Holy Light Land for ten or twenty years, cultivating an 'experimental subject' alongside my mother?
"After stealing the Holy Mountain Map, my father would certainly leave without saying goodbye, flee back to Turanze, and attempt to excavate and monopolize the Holy Mountain Temple's inheritance.
"And after spending ten or twenty years gathering vast resources and making countless sacrifices, just as he finally approached his goal, he would discover that without the core clues my mother had hidden, it would be absolutely impossible for him to open the Holy Mountain Temple and find the Great Fireball Remains.
"My mother believed that, by then, my father would have no choice but to come back obediently, admit his mistakes to her, and let