Feint East, Attack West

After hearing Song Ankang's words, the Trace-Shadow Tower Soldier pondered briefly before nodding. "The Ghost Rat Race is highly likely. Above them, they have the Nether Race's full support; below, they have successively conquered vast swaths of the Central Plains, secretly cultivated the Central Plains Merchant Alliance, and formed a mighty momentum in just a few decades. Their fortune is so abundant that none can stand in their way."

"Moreover, according to our investigation, the Ghost Rat Race has concealed an extremely formidable trump card. Otherwise, it could not have established the Central Plains Merchant Alliance in advance. The seven Stellar Grade Heavenly Immortals on the surface are absolutely not the Ghost Rat Race's limit. They have hidden even more Stellar Grade Heavenly Immortals, and among them, there may very well be hope of breaking through to the Upper Three Ranks."

This...

Song Ankang was speechless for a long while. He had not expected Trace-Shadow Tower to infer such intelligence and attribute the founding of the Central Plains Merchant Alliance to the Ghost Rat Race.

But on second thought, ever since the Ghost Rat Race's invasion, the Central Plains Merchant Alliance had swiftly defected at his command. It was only natural and entirely reasonable for Trace-Shadow Tower to make such a deduction.

They had even calculated that the Ghost Rat Race possessed hidden Stellar Grade Heavenly Immortals, attributing this force of his to the Ghost Rat Race. But they were not Ghost Rats.

Yet even Trace-Shadow Tower had come to this conclusion, which happened to let him play along and pin everything on Trace-Shadow Tower.

Song Ankang smiled faintly, already having a plan. He immediately replied in the identity of the Ten-Mile Slope Sword God, "Many thanks for the information, Brother Soldier. I know what to do now. How much