So before he made his move against the Tianyan Sect, he had to find a way to send his nephew away.
At that thought, Ao Shun's mind raced. An idea came to him at once.
"Crown Prince, there's still some time before the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea succession conference ends."
"Many matters await your attention at the Dragon Palace. There's no need to waste too much time on these doomed people of the Tianyan Sect."
"Why not return to your manor and rest? A few generals can stay here with me."
"As soon as the Endless Sea Nine Sons Sect Master Succession Conference ends, or the Tianyan Sect surrenders, I'll send someone to inform you."
"Is that so?"
"Then your nephew will take his leave. I look forward to news of your great victory, Seventh Royal Uncle."
Ao Bing had long known what his Seventh Royal Uncle was plotting. But putting himself in danger had never been his style.
Besides, they were moving against the Tianyan Sect, one of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea. No one could guarantee that the Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouses of the other eight sects would stand by and watch the Tianyan Sect perish.
The Dao-Merging Grounds of the Tiannan Continent held an almost terrifying allure for him, but he still forced his greed down.
He intended to let his Seventh Royal Uncle test the waters first, then look for a chance to decide whether to step in personally.
Ao Bing seized the offered excuse and agreed, but he did not leave at once. He stepped past Ao Shun and looked toward the generals under his command who had come with him to handle the matter.
"Courtesy first, force second."
"If the Tianyan Sect knows what's good for them and hands over the