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Mo Ren raised his head and looked at Elder Pude with a cold sneer, wanting to savor the sudden change in the other man's expression... But what he saw was a rather subtle look.

Yes, Elder Pude's expression had indeed changed, but it was not shock or panic. It was something... almost like pity, accompanied by a sigh that barely suppressed laughter. "I see. The Dragon-Worshiping Cult has attacked Xiahui Territory... Hmm, very important intelligence."

The old man nodded. "Then wait for news. Before long, you will be transferred to Xiahui Territory—by then, you may see some old acquaintances, or perhaps 'old' acquaintances."

With that, Elder Pude turned and left, leaving Mo Ren standing there with a bewildered expression.

"...What?"

Inside the cell, the black-haired Dragon-Worshiping Cult swordsman could not make heads or tails of it. He simply could not understand why Elder Pude had reacted this way—he was clearly an elder of that Xiahui Territory lord, and one of the closest sort at that. How could he show no reaction at all to his territory being attacked?

Elder Pude had not even considered immediately telling Ian about it... Did he need to remind a prophet? Ian could foresee this group of Dragon-Worshiping Cult members attacking the convoy, so how could he possibly fail to foresee the Dragon-Worshiping Cult attacking his own territory?

The other man was busy. Better not disturb him.

—So then, here was the question.

Had Ian foreseen the Dragon-Worshiping Cult forces attacking his territory?

Of course not.

But that was not a bad thing.

For Ian, if he had failed to foresee a certain "disaster" that should have been foreseeable... it actually meant only one thing.

That so-called "disaster" had not caused any substantive losses at all.

In other words, it did not count as a