A Cunning Scheme?

Without another word, and without caring what Shen Fan thought, True Lord Huoyun hurried off.

He left Shen Fan standing there alone, deep in thought for a long while.

"This guy was putting on quite an act before. How did he let the mask slip so soon?

Is he really that anxious, or did something happen?"

Shen Fan rubbed his chin, not quite understanding True Lord Huoyun's behavior.

"Forget it. We were bound to fight sooner or later. If you want to do it sooner, then I'll oblige you!

We'll see whether you've prepared enough, or whether my trump cards are stronger!"

Shaking his head, Shen Fan turned and headed toward the Cloud-Exiting.

Meanwhile, True Lord Huoyun hadn't been idle either. He had been rushing around, spending nearly every favor and every bit of wealth he'd accumulated over the years in the Storm Plunderers. At last, he had managed to enlist several formidable experts who, in his eyes, were no less than astonishing fighters...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

With little time left before their departure, True Lord Huoyun was still leisurely playing a game of chess and brewing tea with True Lord Chiyu.

A faint tea fragrance drifted through the air. True Lord Chiyu held a black piece and set it down. "How are the preparations going? Are you confident? Has that kid grown suspicious?"

"My captain may have his doubts, but it doesn't matter. After all, I brought up Captain Baiyan. Even if he's suspicious, what can he do?"

"It's a shame. I'd originally planned to let the fellow live a little longer, then use some 'accident' to give him a peaceful end!

But plans never keep up with changes. Who could've guessed Captain Baiyan wouldn't tolerate even a grain of sand in his