Clearly, both the Heavenly Court and the Spirit Mountain had revived collectively, yet what followed was an eerie calm.
There were no storm-like attacks.
Nor was there any attempt at establishing authority.
It was as though nothing had happened, each side displaying admirable restraint.
What they did not know was this:
The current situation existed mainly because the Heavenly Court was waiting for the Spirit Mountain to make a move, so the Heaven Group could clash with the Spirit Mountain while they reaped the benefits.
Meanwhile, the Spirit Mountain was waiting for Maitreya's supposedly brilliant plan, content to bide its time.
Thus, the atmosphere reached a stalemate.
As for Wang Ye, he found himself miserably caught in a dilemma.
There was definitely no way for him to act on the Heavenly Court's side. As an exposed undercover agent who had yet to be killed, the main reason was that they wanted to keep him around as a joke and mock him.
Over at the Spirit Mountain, Dharma Body Buddha came to Wang Ye every day with a cheerful smile, chatting about life and discussing dreams.
He kept rambling about all sorts of nonsense.
But there was only one meaning beneath his words: Come up with a detailed plan soon. If this dragged on any longer, he would deal with Wang Ye as a suspicious undercover agent.
You don't want to take the blame for me? What are you thinking?
As a result, Wang Ye's head hurt whenever he saw Dharma Body Buddha. Especially since the old man seemed to have some psychological issue—whenever he spoke with someone, he liked to hold their hand and gently stroke it.
It was like...
The sort of gesture elders most enjoyed making when chatting with juniors.
But the key was that this old bastard