"Hah..."
King Chujiang let out a long breath, cold mist spreading frost-colored through the air.
Then, little by little, she drew it back in. In the pupils of the eyes exposed beyond her mask, an exquisite snowflake condensed.
Instead, her body slowly began to warm, regaining a human's temperature.
"Your idea is very dangerous," she said as objectively as she could.
"It simply can't be planned."
"Jing Kingdom is at its most dangerous point now. Original Heavenly God has knelt, Heavenly Lord City has fallen—there is no one, no force capable of stopping their revenge. Even those Hegemon States won't dare invite Jing Kingdom's wrath."
"When we killed Ji Yanyue before, she had been carrying out a secret mission and couldn't make it public. One Truth Sect was also drawing away attention, yet it still directly led to the organization's destruction. More or less everyone died once."
"You said it yourself at Cang Sea last time: with our strength, even if we had known plainly from the start what the Sea-Pacifying Plan was, we wouldn't have been able to stop it. Even if we smashed our heads to death on the Middle Antiquity Heavenly Road, we couldn't have affected it."
King Qinguang had long since given up tracing the Sea-Pacifying Plan's origins—there was no need to trace them any further.
Now everyone knew. The Sea-Pacifying Plan had been proposed by Lüqiu Wenyue, State Chancellor of Jing Kingdom, and personally pushed forward by Ji Fengzhou, Jing Kingdom's emperor. It was the Central Empire's major experiment at Cang Sea. Everything that had happened in Blessed Nation was merely an inconspicuous corner of that grand blueprint.
The suffering of a few people in some Lower City of Blessed Nation did not even count as a ripple.
Who was there to take revenge on