To be fair.
It wasn't that Ling Haotian looked down on Moloch for no reason. Moloch had only himself to blame. After all, in a sense...
Taboo might seem commonplace now, but it was still the ultimate state of a path. And yet Moloch, that bastard...
He really dragged Taboo's reputation through the mud.
It was only natural that Old Man Ling Haotian looked down on Moloch. What kind of Taboo acted like this?
Wasn't he a little too damn useless?
If Moloch had put up even the slightest resistance, Old Man Ling Haotian wouldn't have despised him so much. The bastard had surrendered outright.
Didn't he know surrender got you an extra year on your sentence in the Empire?
The Empire despised cowards more than anything.
Moloch was the very definition of a coward—and a disgrace to Taboo.
"According to Moloch, the Lone Heart Clan is preparing the False Heavenly Prison's advancement ritual. But they're still waiting for an opportunity," Ling Haotian said grimly.
"Now there's a clan with some nerve," Ji Wubing said. Ignorance was fearless; the Lone Heart Clan was proof of that.
Ling Haotian glanced at Ji Wubing. "Do you know what they're waiting for?"
"What else? For the Empire's attention to be tied up. The Empire currently has nine Expeditionary Armies standing guard, so they wouldn't dare act recklessly. Their clan is barely clinging to life as it is," Ji Wubing said.
"They wouldn't dare make a move openly. They're waiting until the Empire has its hands full. But what could keep the Empire that busy?" Ji Wubing looked at Ling Haotian meaningfully.
"Destiny!" Ling Haotian said.
"They're waiting for Destiny to be born in the Empire." Killing intent filled Ling Haotian's eyes.
Ji Wubing said nothing. That would also be the best time for