Nine Profound Mountain.
Wang Ping sat cross-legged beneath the Spirit Wood tree, focused on the map of the Divine Kingdom before him. Yulian on his shoulder slightly raised her head, studying the map as well and occasionally exchanging a few words with Wang Ping. The Sanhua cat, Mimi, was curled up by Wang Ping's feet, the tip of her tail lazily twitching now and then.
Suddenly, three figures descended onto the mountaintop.
It was Zhi Xin. Led by two Puppets, he walked to the Spirit Wood tree. Seeing Wang Ping seated beneath it, he immediately bowed. "Greetings, True Lord."
Wang Ping did not turn around. He merely asked flatly, "What is it?"
Zhi Xin straightened, his gaze passing over Yulian on Wang Ping's shoulder and the Sanhua cat at his feet. After a brief hesitation, he said, "There is indeed a matter. While I was stationed at the front line, a communication jade slip suddenly reached me. It was one I had used on the extraterritorial battlefield before. The jade slip recorded that Dragon Lord intended to join forces with Wunian against you, True Lord. I suspect this message was sent by Wunian."
"Oh?" Wang Ping finally turned around slowly, his profound gaze falling upon Zhi Xin's face.
"Unexpected, yet not unexpected."
As Wang Ping spoke, the Divine Kingdom map before him swiftly dissipated. His left hand began calculating rapidly as he looked at Zhi Xin and asked, "Do you think this information is accurate?"
At those words, Zhi Xin lowered his head even further, his manner growing more respectful. "True Lord is wise and discerning. This matter is of great importance, and this humble Daoist's knowledge is shallow. How would I dare make reckless conjectures? Everything shall be decided by the True Lord. This humble Daoist shall obey only