Xia Nishang blushed slightly at Feng Jun's words and couldn't help explaining, "It's not that I lack patience. The key is that over thirty True Immortals and nearly a thousand Golden Cores are all waiting for the Insect Race's response. That puts a lot of pressure on me."
Feng Jun understood how she felt. It was nothing more than "wasting others' time is tantamount to robbing them of wealth and taking their lives." Still, he shook his head and said solemnly, "Only sufficient silence can lead to a better eruption... We shouldn't casually alter tactics that were decided in advance."
Xia Nishang's mouth seemed blessed by prophecy. Less than a day after she said that, a squad of Insect Race flew over.
The Insect Race in the Folding-Ruler Galaxy was relatively lax, but they still maintained vigilance. Generally speaking, they only kept watch above the planets and rarely ventured deep into space.
This Insect Race squad was unquestionably elite: two Golden-Core Insect Race and five Emergence-from-Dust Insect Race, heading straight for them with a clear purpose.
"Execute Plan B," ordered a True Immortal from the Yuangang Sect.
Plan B meant that all cultivators except the True Immortals would withdraw, including the Emergence-from-Dust cultivators disguised as miners.
Some of the other plans included options for manufacturing conflict, but there was no need for that now. They only needed to wait for the other side to discover the place on their own.
In fact, it was not surprising that the Insect Race could detect something unusual about this chunk of rock from afar. The Energy Stone Deposit naturally gave off an aura, and the cultivators had also arranged for the rock to rotate, releasing that aura at regular intervals toward the Insect Race's planetary system.
These seven insects had indeed come under