After everyone had left, Zhang Yang turned toward the Heavenly Dao Maiden and gave a bitter smile.
Actually, things were far from as optimistic as those guys imagined.
Zhang Yang knew this perfectly well. All his seemingly unfathomable arrangements amounted to nothing more than having dug enough pits in advance.
And the price he had paid was by no means small.
For example, this time, in order to scheme for the legendary corpse of an Innate Being, he and 09 Sub-Account had conducted an extremely frequent and massive exchange, even though he had never imagined at the beginning that 09 Sub-Account would stubbornly survive like a cockroach.
But since even Mu Shaoan had realized that 09 Sub-Account's special circumstances were highly advantageous for extracting intelligence from the enemy, how could Zhang Yang possibly overlook that point?
After all, it had been Zhang Yang who made the table send over that section of bark used to contact 09 Sub-Account. Otherwise, where would that cautious table have gotten so much initiative?
In short, taken as a whole, this matter was somewhat unfair to his younger cousin, but it was still better than being blood-sacrificed at the drop of a hat as he had been before.
Now, 09 Sub-Account had obtained the authority he wanted, the resources he wanted, and the information he wanted, and had embarked alone on a journey of wandering.
According to Zhang Yang and his agreement, there were three points.
First, 09 Sub-Account would never betray the main body. Even if he accidentally died, he would never reveal any relevant information.
First, Zhang Yang would defend the Sword Immortal World to the death, regardless of the cost. He absolutely would not fail the last wish of that true main body. This was also a rule that every sub-account had