But waiting could not go on forever. Xiang Yang felt he could give things a suitable push from behind, such as helping Lady Ruyu advance the process. After all, A Mu had long since fallen under his control.
It was not that Xiang Yang did not want to enter the tomb within Lingya Mountain directly. Rather, doing so would inevitably alert the Bai family, then Zhou Tong, perhaps even the Divine Constable Gate and Great Zhou.
The chain of unpredictable consequences this would trigger was not a situation he wished to see.
As for secretly presenting the tomb's layout and the methods for breaking its mechanisms to Bai Tianxiong, that was even less feasible. The matter was too important. If Bai Tianxiong or the Bai family did not see the person himself, they would certainly investigate the origins of these methods like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. Not only would that waste time, it might also delay the tomb's excavation.
Having thought it through, Xiang Yang chose a night and secretly slipped into Lady Ruyu's room. While she rested, he used the Soul Capturing Technique to plant hypnotic suggestions, strengthening her once-wavering resolve and intensifying her desire to confess everything to Bai Tianxiong.
Finally, on this day, black clouds pressed down overhead, and heaven and earth lay in murky darkness. Gale-force winds swept through the world until all color seemed drained away. From the distant vault of the sky came sudden pale bolts of thunder and lightning—a scene of wind and rain interwoven, of lightning flashes and thunder roars.
Before long, a fine rain began to patter down, like pearls slipping from a broken string. Then came a torrential downpour, pouring as though from overturned basins, shrouding the entire North Courtyard and all of Lianchuan City