Qin Yao put down the intelligence report and stretched.
"Quite the lively scene."
Dugu Yan pushed the door open and came in from outside, carrying a bowl of hot porridge. Seeing Qin Yao looking so relaxed, she curled her lip.
"Your Highness, are you really not worried, or are you just pretending?"
"The crowd outside keeps growing. What if they all attack one day..."
Qin Yao took the bowl and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
"What's there to worry about? The fish haven't fattened up yet."
Dugu Yan rolled her eyes. "Fine. Whatever you say goes."
"By the way, the letter you asked Ye Lingling to write was sent out first thing this morning."
Qin Yao nodded. "Mm. Your grandfather should arrive today."
Spirit City, Worship Hall.
A golden statue of the Six-Winged Angel, a hundred meters tall, gleamed in the sunlight.
In the great hall at the very top, Qian Daoliu sat in the seat of honor.
Two letters lay before him.
One was from Qian Renxue.
The other was from Yue Guan.
Their contents were much the same: the situation in Heaven Dou City was tense, the various factions were stirring, and they were requesting reinforcements.
Qian Daoliu placed the letters together and slowly set them down.
His face was hard to make out in the shadows, but a faint light stirred in his deep-set eyes.
"Xiao Yao's playing an ever bigger game."
Below him in the hall, Thousand Jun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo stood side by side.
The twin brothers each carried a Coiling Dragon Staff, one cyan and one blood-colored. Their builds were almost identical.
Thousand Jun Douluo was the more composed of the two. He cupped his fists and asked, "First Worship, should the two of us set out at once?"
Qian