The Holy Spirit Cult Must Die! (II)

The city was successfully taken, and half of the long-rotten nobles and assets were handed over to He Caitou for future appeasement efforts and other resources.

The other half naturally went to the Spirit Pagoda. After all, this city had been taken by his people personally. From a business perspective, it would have been perfectly reasonable to give nothing at all.

But they had no choice. One could not look at things from only one side. What the Spirit Pagoda needed was long-term development, not short-term profit.

"Let's wait a little longer. The fruits I planted myself should ultimately be harvested by my own hands." Jiang Yuheng held his teacup and stared at the clear tea at the bottom, muttering to himself as though lost in thought.

Wang Dong'er did not pay much attention. Ever since the two of them had met, Jiang Yuheng had occasionally acted mysteriously, even spouting words she could not understand at all.

However, compared with these trivial matters, the problem of the Holy Spirit Cult was far more troublesome.

Their calculations were similar to those of the Sun Moon Empire. Both sides were worried that if they launched a full-scale attack, the other party might suddenly intervene.

Such misgivings had instead allowed the Holy Spirit Cult, which stood as their common enemy, to reap all the benefits.

"Are you still worried about the Holy Spirit Cult?" After a moment, Jiang Yuheng took Wang Dong'er's hand, his tone unusually warm.

"Yes. Our greatest enemy is right before us, yet I have no way to exterminate them immediately. It's giving me a headache." Wang Dong'er sighed softly.

The current situation was more than merely troublesome. It was in a state of absolute deadlock.

At present, the Sun Moon Empire could be said to have become a three-way