In a remote little black room outside Cold Moon City, Qingzhou.
As two white flashes flickered one after the other, two figures appeared inside the room. They were Ting Shui and Sad Little Knife.
With his hands behind his back, Ting Shui walked to the table in the room and pondered. "In less than half a day, everyone will be coming back online."
Sad Little Knife replied calmly, "Now, the Black Wind Stronghold Master hasn't fallen as some expected. Instead, the Immortal God of Sou Shen Gong fell first. As for the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable of the Sacred Dynasty, he was sanctioned and hunted down by Lingyun Pavilion experts of the Sacred Dynasty before he could even make a move. It's said that after a Shaolin monk went to the Sacred Dynasty, he alerted certain people and directly broke through the Wan Family's blockade, forcing Lingyun Pavilion's experts to act. This must be related to the Black Wind Stronghold Master. As long as he isn't stupid, he has probably already begun suspecting our Four Great Clans through the Wan Family."
Ting Shui nodded. "But suspicion is only suspicion. We never directly intervened in their struggle for power. The higher-ups merely took this opportunity to make the players collectively log off, indirectly weakening the player force available to the Black Wind Stronghold Master while satisfying the Wan Family's demands. No matter how capable the Black Wind Stronghold Master is, as long as the Wan Family doesn't reveal anything, he can't possibly know about the cooperation between our Four Great Clans' higher-ups and the Wan Family. At most, he can only be suspicious."
Sad Little Knife smiled. "Originally, the cooperation between the higher-ups and the Wan Family was secret and couldn't possibly have leaked. They feared someone might let word reach