On the Heavenly Race Clan Head Peak, the Heavenly Monarch, dressed in white as snow, stood quietly before a stone wall upon which the scene of Lin Su's army setting out was projected.
Behind him stood an Azure Robe Elder, quietly watching him.
The Heavenly Monarch slowly turned around, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his handsome, carefree face.
Yes, he was smiling.
"The Flying Dragon Legion, the nine foreign races!" The Heavenly Monarch smiled faintly. "He must believe this battle is already in the bag!"
The Top-tier Elder behind him also smiled slightly. "Unfortunately, he does not know that the Clan Head has tailored a masterful move specifically for him."
"Under ordinary circumstances, I would disdain personally targeting a junior like him, let alone placing such a piece upon the board. But it must be said—this boy is worth it!"
The elder said, "The enemy appears formidable, but they are merely a rabble. Lin Su himself accounts for at least half the army's combat strength. Once Lin Su dies, the Twenty-Three Races outside will close in at once, and this Xihe cleansing campaign will draw to its curtain... The only thing this subordinate cannot be certain of is how many of those Twenty-Three Races truly stand with us."
The Heavenly Monarch smiled. "The affairs of the world seem boundlessly complex, yet they are all matters of weighing gains and losses! You speak of sincerity, but where in this world is there any true sincerity? Lin Su wants their pledges of allegiance; I need them as well! Their pledges are already destined to be offered. The only difference is whether they offer them to Lin Su or to me."
The elder smiled. "While Lin Su remains powerful, they may harbor other thoughts. Once Lin Su dies, surely they will