Ying Zheng had originally thought he would have to wait a very, very long time!
After all, for any faction—even a colossal religious power like the Heavenly Temple—rousing three or five elders who had entered secluded cultivation was a momentous event. Unless it concerned life and death, the survival of the sect, or the inheritance of its doctrine, no faction would dare disturb its own ancestral forebears.
The larger the faction, the more rules it had and the more entanglements festered within it. The older the family, the stricter its laws and precepts, and the more interests were tangled up in it. Thus, Ying Zheng had thought that without waiting several hours, there would be no reply at all.
Yet after only a quarter of an hour, hazy blood-colored light began to glow from the crystal ball. The bearded old man appeared again and relayed the spatial coordinates of a teleportation magic array—the Lin Family's main branch had decided to dispatch a number of sufficiently powerful clansmen to protect Ying Zheng until this assassination attempt against him had been completely brought to an end.
As Lin Qi memorized the spatial coordinates and began constructing a spatial teleportation array beneath the city wall, the bearded old man grinned broadly and said to Ying Zheng, "Your Majesty, you know how difficult the Heavenly Temple and the Miro Divine Cult are to deal with! The main family has done its utmost to gather manpower and has sent a batch of elite troops and formidable generals to protect you! If you get killed by those assassins, then there's naturally nothing to say. You'll already be dead, after all—we can hardly go asking your sons and grandsons to settle the bill, can we?"
Ying Zheng was so furious that his mouth twisted. What kind of