Qin Yao watched Yue Guan's eager expression and waved a hand.
"No need to rush."
"Just send out more scouts to keep an eye on things. As long as they don't make a move, there's no need for us to close the net yet."
Yue Guan furrowed his brow. "Your Highness, aren't you worried that the longer we wait, the more likely things are to go wrong?"
Qin Yao replied calmly,
"If anything, I hope a few more groups show up. The more that come, the better the justification Spirit Hall will have for clearing obstacles within the Heaven Dou Empire later."
Yue Guan understood. A knowing smile appeared on his strange, alluring face.
He bowed to Qin Yao, then turned and left the secret chamber.
Outside Heaven Dou City, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
At the summit of Thunderstorm Valley's main peak, inside the purple thunder palace.
Yu Yuanzhen sat in his large chair, with a disciple in blue kneeling before him.
"Make it clear. Besides our own people, who else is watching outside the Martial Soul Sacred Hall?"
The blue-clad disciple kept his head lowered, his voice tight. "Reporting to the Clan Chief, while my men were keeping watch at a hidden post southeast of the Sacred Hall, they ran into spies from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"The other side sent at least two teams, rotating shifts to keep watch. They're very experienced."
Yu Yuanzhen slammed his palm against the armrest. The tiger-skin chair shuddered.
"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has his eyes on this too?"
"Yes, Clan Chief."
The hall fell silent for several breaths.
Yu Yuanzhen rose and paced back and forth twice. He was a massive man, and each step rang dully against the stone floor.