"Tell Illusion to continue the infiltration. There's no need to rush," Zhong Shenxiu instructed flatly. "Once Yun Ming's tribulation is over, we'll make our real move."
"Yes." Leng Yaozhu acknowledged it, then paused before adding, "Lan Jinghe sent word. She said Yun Ming's Divine Tribulation will arrive in seven days. She asked whether you can act as promised."
Zhong Shenxiu raised his eyes slightly, a glint of cold light flashing through his pale golden vertical pupils.
"Seven days..."
He smiled, his tone carrying a casual bloodthirstiness. "Tell her I know. Someone will go when the time comes."
"Perfect. I also want to see what it looks like when the continent's strongest man undergoes his tribulation."
His tone was calm, yet brimming with confidence.
It was as if a powerhouse about to enter the Divine Realm was no more than something for him to observe.
Seeing him like this, Leng Yaozhu's heart stirred slightly.
He was clearly only a youth, yet when speaking of something as momentous as a Divine Realm powerhouse, he sounded as though he were discussing a trivial matter.
And somehow, his confidence and arrogance felt entirely natural.
"Do we need to mobilize the Black Hand Clan's elite forces? Or notify the Doulong Legion to prepare for battle?" Leng Yaozhu pressed.
"No." Zhong Shenxiu waved a hand. "I'm only going to watch and stir things up a little. With Black Hand keeping watch at the border, the Federation won't be able to cause any real trouble."
He rose to his feet and walked to the window, gazing toward the East Sea.
The sea breeze brushed through his hair. The youth stood tall and straight, while an indifferent gaze that looked down upon all living things churned in his eyes.
Yun Ming's tribulation...
Perfect. He would see just how