"Didn't you say Di Tian had emerged from seclusion?" Bi Ji, who had just arrived, looked at Zi Ji speechlessly.
"My intuition has always been accurate when it comes to Di Tian. He'll be out any moment now."
"Haven't you always wanted to see Di Tian?"
"He's busy every day. What if he emerges from seclusion and disappears somewhere? You won't even be able to find him."
"You have to fuse the Four-Word Battle Armor and God-level Mecha anyway. Why not do it at the Forging Masters Association Headquarters? That'll save me from hauling them all the way back to the Spirit Transfer Pagoda Headquarters. If you aren't satisfied, it'll also be easier to make adjustments whenever needed."
By falsely reporting news about Di Tian, Zi Ji had finally lured her ally, Bi Ji, over.
"How has your consideration of what I told you gone?"
"What thing?"
"Tsk, forming an alliance. The one protecting Di Tian is the Demon Empress's daughter, Lan Fozi. I secretly took a look at her, and she made me feel enormous pressure."
"To deal with external threats, we must first settle internal matters. We've known each other the longest, after all. Let's work together to kick them out first, then compete fairly."
Yet a trace of sorrow remained between Bi Ji's brows, and she no longer carried the spirited edge she had displayed when she and Zi Ji had once clashed head-on.
"Ah..."
"Di Tian and I have endured long years together, rising and falling through countless hardships, and seen off so many old friends. I lost that urge to compete long ago."
"Now, I only pray that after the soul beasts are revived, it will be enough for us to remain together."
Unlike Bi Ji's sorrow and uncertainty, Zi Ji was brimming with confidence.