Chong Houhu narrowed his eyes, tapping his fingers against the armrest beside him. Not a trace of astonishment remained on his face.
No one knew what he was thinking at that moment, but a faint smile still hung at the corners of his mouth.
Old Ancestor Xuan Shuang bowed and asked, "Marquis, how should we proceed? We await your decision."
Chong Houhu waved his hand. "Everyone, don't be so anxious. Don't you find it strange that old Wen Zhong is acting this way?"
"What do you mean, Marquis?" True Lord Chi Xiao asked in confusion.
"Think about it. At a time when all the Vassal Lords under Heaven are stirring, old Wen Zhong didn't advance directly into the depths of the North Sea to suppress the rebels."
"Instead, he stationed his main army along the borders of my Northern Lands."
"Only afterward did he dispatch Elite Soldiers to deal with the North Sea without anyone noticing."
"Wen Zhong's army is still stationed at the border of the Northern Lands. Tell me, do you think old Wen Zhong noticed something and is luring the snake out of its hole?"
As soon as he said this, all the generals below and the mighty cultivators who had come to reinforce them visibly changed expression.
Old Ancestor Xuan Shuang hesitated before asking, "Marquis, do you mean that the battle in the North Sea is a trap Wen Zhong deliberately set, waiting for us to go to its rescue?"
Chong Houhu nodded slightly. "That should be it!"
"Then what do we do next? Are we not going to rescue Daoist Friend Xuan Ling and the others? Are we simply abandoning the North Sea army?" True Lord Chi Xiao asked anxiously.
Chong Houhu chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, no, no. There's a very high