"After all, Dongfang Jin should be more important to you, right?" Xia Ruize wore a half-smiling expression. His words seemed to contain the mysteries of heaven and earth, yet I couldn't get a read on him. Was he saying my guess was right, or that it was wrong?
"Boss, what exactly are you trying to do? I'm standing by your side, at least. Can't you let me in on it?" I probed.
"Once you know too much, there's no fun in watching what happens next. A lot of the time, it's the plot you don't know that stirs up suspense, isn't it?" Xia Ruize said with a smile. He still ignored the azure flying divine beast wrapped in chains below, looking only toward the chaotic battle in the sky. He acted as though every stratagem was already in his grasp, without the slightest sign of losing his bearings!
I drew a deep breath. If Xia Ruize wasn't guarding against me, then whom was he guarding against? His refusal to join the melee had always been meant to keep me close and stay wary of me. Or perhaps there was even more he needed to watch over—things hidden in the darkness, beyond my knowledge yet entirely within his grasp.
The flying divine beast below couldn't be seen in its entirety. The surrounding mist was simply too heavy. Still, its general shape was clear: four claws and wings, enormous enough to carry the Daoist temple on its back. I had no idea whether there was still any fighting strength beneath it, because the temple's isolation barrier was active, making it impossible to tell whether anyone remained inside.
As for why it was on the verge of death, I didn't know. It should be a rare spatial monster, perhaps injured or exhausted from