We'll Certainly Work Well Together.

"Frost Dragon Butterfly, what can you provide for us?" Zhongli Wu asked unhurriedly.

Jiang Yuheng said nothing. Instead, he pushed the prepared manuscript in front of Zhongli Wu.

The other party did not hold back or hesitate, picking it up and reading it directly.

This was not a matter of trust. Rather, Zhongli Wu had noticed a baffling confidence in Jiang Yuheng's expression.

He could not quite identify what kind of emotion it was, nor did he understand why Jiang Yuheng would reveal such an expression.

But one thing was certain: this information was of unparalleled importance to the Holy Spirit Cult.

He opened the manuscript and slowly scanned the words on it.

Jiang Yuheng was sitting on the sofa at this time, continuing to savor the black tea he had just brewed. Although it tasted somewhat bitter, after being steeped several times, it had been replaced by a gentleness that was difficult to describe.

"So it's you." After reading the manuscript, the smile on Zhongli Wu's face visibly cooled, replaced by an extremely complicated expression.

I never would have thought it. He had believed that he had carried out his betrayal of the Sun Moon Empire flawlessly, yet he had never expected that the reliable ally his subordinate had found would actually be Jiang Yuheng himself!

It was like a trap designed after countless painstaking efforts. He had thought he would be able to catch a rabbit, but he had never expected someone else to see through it completely. The humiliation was far from ordinary.

The elders did not look at it. They merely felt that the expression on Zhongli Wu's face was remarkably splendid, as if a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring had suddenly exploded a Spirit Bone.

"Cult Master, what's wrong?" the First Elder asked curiously.

Zhongli Wu said