Although Su Fan's plan was quite feasible in theory, it was ultimately just an idea that remained on paper.
Actually putting it into practice and convincing Xiao Ning to help contact several Integration Stage uncles within the sect was easier said than done.
Although Xiao Ning's idea was relatively conservative, it was also the safest course of action.
As long as Su Fan stayed safely within the True Demon Divine Sect's mountain gate, those Integration Stage old monsters of the Celestial Race hiding near the sect's territory truly had no way to deal with him.
In Xiao Ning's mind, no matter how arrogant and domineering the Celestial Race was, they absolutely would not dare openly invade the heart of the True Demon Divine Sect's mountain gate.
She eagerly looked forward to the day when the battle between Manggu Heaven and the Netherworld Realm ended, and the Integration Stage heavyweights who had gone out to war from the sect returned in triumph. By then, the crisis facing Su Fan would naturally be resolved.
But Su Fan's thoughts were poles apart from Xiao Ning's.
The battle between Manggu Heaven and the Netherworld Realm would not end in ten or twenty years.
With such a long stretch of time, who could predict what unforeseen changes might occur along the way?
Moreover, Su Fan absolutely could not swallow the humiliation of being blocked at the mountain gate for several years by several Integration Stage old monsters of the Celestial Race.
If the disparity in strength between the two sides had been so vast as to inspire despair, Su Fan might have admitted defeat.
But now that there was clearly a chance to break the deadlock, he truly did not want to become a coward who hid his head in the sand.
If he chose