"What a pity about Zero Seven..."
Tailor's heart twitched as though stabbed by an icy blade.
Over the years, he had exhausted a lifetime's effort and poured in all his resources before finally forging nine Divine Concealment Guards. He had regarded them as his trump card, something he would never use unless driven into a desperate corner.
Yet now, not only had his trump card been exposed, he had even lost one of them. How could Tailor not be enraged?
What was a trump card?
Its essence lay in the enemy being unable to know of it.
But once a trump card was exposed, it was destined to lose its threat!
That was what pained Tailor most.
Only after a long while did Tailor gradually calm down.
Yet at this moment, he seemed to have aged greatly all at once. An indelible gloom clouded his face, and he was no longer as composed as before.
"After this, the Temple Master is bound to have already grasped a way to reach the Land of Divine Concealment. Will he... return?"
Tailor knitted his brows tightly.
He had a premonition that the Temple Master probably would not return!
Having fought one another for who knew how many years, how could Tailor not understand the Temple Master's temperament?
But Tailor ultimately did not dare gamble.
He understood even more clearly that the Temple Master likewise understood his temperament. The more something was within his own predictions, the likelier it was that the Temple Master had already anticipated it!
What if the Temple Master suddenly came to kill him? He would have nowhere to hide!
"This Land of Divine Concealment... cannot be kept!"
Tailor made his decision.
"But this enmity absolutely cannot end here!"
"Next time! Next time, I will settle matters with you, Temple