"Could she have stored the Glazed Dream Pearl somewhere else?"
"Not impossible, but unlikely. We descended at the quarter-hour before noon. If it had been at night or while she was bathing, she might have taken it out... But I think Ying Le has always carried it with her, leaving us no opening to exploit."
"The timing and target are both terrible." Yaoshi Yuan frowned. "It practically forces us to confront Ying Le head-on."
"Exactly, exactly." Shang Xin Lei crossed her arms over her chest and complained, "The mission difficulty is rising way too quickly. Ying Le isn't Anguo Temple. We could charge straight into Anguo Temple at noon and rob it. Does Thieves' Den really think we can storm the imperial palace and rob Ying Le in broad daylight?"
Yan Qing didn't dare say a word, because he was the one who had set Thieves' Den's difficulty curve.
In his plans, the first mission was merely meant to familiarize everyone with the process and give them some practice. After that, the intensity should rise immediately. After all, his target players were Foundation Establishment Heralds, so the mission difficulty naturally had to match the Foundation Establishment level. Even if everyone started as mortal heralds, after two or three missions—with nearly a month passing in between—even the slowest players should have reached Foundation Establishment, right?
Before he crossed over, this idea had been perfectly reasonable. But in this world, his thinking was as absurd as saying, "No matter how poor they are, poor people should still be able to live in a luxury apartment overlooking the Huangpu River and own a Mercedes."
Yaoshi Yuan, Shang Xin Lei, and Ying Ru Shi were all noble young ladies who had begun training and changing careers as soon as their bodies were sufficiently developed.