The three fell silent. After a moment, Jozu could not help speaking up. "With Old Man's body, even if his movements have slowed, his strength shouldn't have weakened that much, right?"
Vista nodded as well. "I agree that Old Man's health is more important. In the past, we always relied on Old Man to shield us from wind and rain. Now, it's our turn as his sons to protect him!"
Marco gave a bitter smile. "You know Old Man's temper too. Do you really think he'll willingly put shackles on himself just to live a little longer?"
"But you've seen how Old Man is tormented by his injuries..." Jozu clenched his fists, his angular features twisting slightly.
"Cough, cough!" Marco coughed twice and gave him a subtle signal with his eyes.
Jozu also realized what was going on and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "The way Old Man is tormented by hemorrhoids is indeed a little..."
"Cough, cough!"
Faced with their clumsy performance, Apophis simply stood up and calmly walked outside. "You don't need to rush to give me an answer. Come tell me the results next time."
"Next time? When will that be?"
"It won't be long. Make preparations in advance."
Watching Apophis walk out just like that, Jozu asked in confusion, "What does that guy mean?"
Marco rarely spoke in such a serious tone. "We can tell from the palace he's building that Apophis is preparing for some major action!"
Vista continued, "Unfortunately, even his subordinates don't know his plans. I've gone to sound them out several times these past few days, but I still came away with nothing."
"Huh? Why didn't I know about this?" Jozu asked blankly.
Marco ignored Jozu completely and headed outside. "Forget it. Whatever he wants to do has nothing to do