Second Seat, Chief Host

Wang Ping finished reading the letter, then looked at Liu Shuang and instructed, "Go attend to your affairs."

Liu Shuang nodded and answered, "Yes." As she silently withdrew from the pavilion, she looked back at Wang Ping before turning into a streak of light and flying toward the front hall. Yulian called out to the spirit hounds nearby and followed Liu Shuang toward the front hall.

Ao Hong placed a piece at that moment and asked with a smile, "Was predecessor Chongxing speaking of our last routine meeting?"

Wang Ping's gaze fell on the Chess Piece Ao Hong had placed. He nodded. "Yes. He also reminded me that some things can be prepared in advance, but need not necessarily be done. And even if they must be done, they cannot be done through my hands."

"He saw things very clearly. Although the reputations of these old predecessors may not be apparent now, two thousand years ago they must have commanded resounding fame. With networks of connections built over several millennia, I fear that a plan we have just agreed upon one moment will reach their ears the next."

Ao Hong said indifferently, "What predecessor Chongxing said was truly from the bottom of his heart. We can make thorough preparations, but we absolutely cannot take the lead."

"What if everyone thinks that way?"

"Then we drag it out."

"How long do we drag it out for?"

At this point, Ao Hong looked up at Wang Ping and asked, "Could it be that True Lord Yuanwu gave you a specific deadline as well?"

Wang Ping gleaned much information from Ao Hong's question. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind before he shook his head under Ao Hong's gaze. "When you fought for Third Prince's chance to advance to True Lord, you did not