"Old Gusu, every last one of you keeps everything under wraps. Can't you at least tell us something? We need some confidence, don't we?" Wuxu Emperor said, forced to speak up as he looked at the awkward situation in the room.
His projected avatar appeared especially wooden.
After all, on the battlefield against the Destruction Empress, he alone was truly fighting. He did not dare divide too much of his attention.
"You do not need to know so much. Just know that since this old man has arranged things this way, I naturally have my reasons. Move quickly, or once Wuxu Emperor can no longer hold on, things will truly become troublesome," Old Ancestor Gusu said, his brows tightly furrowed.
From the very beginning, he had not trusted anyone present.
Others might not have understood.
The Qin Shaofeng of the past had not understood either.
But after witnessing the methods of the Heavenly Realm's powerhouses, Qin Shaofeng could already understand why Old Ancestor Gusu was being so cautious.
The Radiant Lamp, the grand formation in which the seven clans had imprisoned him, and even Ban Tuzi's appearance.
If not for Old Ancestor Gusu's identity, he would likely have died long ago, who knew how many times over.
It might have been difficult for the Destruction Clan to plant some spies in the Strongest Starry Sky, but for the Heavenly Realm to plant some spies among them, it could not have been easier.
Qin Shaofeng saw everything clearly.
Yet he knew very well that, in these people's eyes, he was ultimately just a junior and could not yet command them.
Not to mention that Old Ancestor Gusu had always been the one hidden behind the scenes, observing how matters developed from beginning to end.
Having Old Ancestor Gusu step forward was