But naturally, he would not reveal the deeper reasons.
Tang Hao, for instance.
Or Ah Yin.
Or Tang San, who had long since ascended to the Divine Realm, yet might have left behind any number of hidden contingencies.
These were all people Zhong Shenxiu feared.
As long as Zhong Lingyue's authority as Plane Master had not been fully reclaimed from Tang Hao.
As long as the origin core of the Douluo Plane was not firmly in his hands.
Zhong Shenxiu could not truly launch an all-out offensive.
Because once he made his move, the first battle would be the decisive one.
If he drove Tang Hao into a corner, the man might well detonate the plane origin outright.
Even if Zhong Lingyue, as the plane consciousness, could counter him.
Even if they ultimately won, obtaining a half-ruined Douluo Plane would still be an incalculable loss for Zhong Shenxiu.
What he wanted was a complete, vibrant Douluo Plane.
An intact plane that could serve as his springboard for conquering the myriad worlds.
So he could only keep dangling the bait.
Give Tang Hao and the others hope.
Let them believe that, so long as they united, they could still hold their own.
Only then could the Dragon Fighting Plane keep accumulating strength, infiltrating little by little, eating away at them step by step.
And finally, when the time was ripe, take everything in one stroke.
Naturally, Zhong Shenxiu would not share these calculations with Lan Jinghe.
She had only just pledged her allegiance. They were nowhere near the point of laying their hearts bare.
Watching Zhong Shenxiu's expression, Lan Jinghe understood as well.
He was definitely still hiding something from her.
He would never tell her his deeper considerations.
But she knew her place.
She would not ask what she should