My Empress, Yan Ruyu

The intelligence had long shown that, at Sikong Jing's speed, he should have already left the Northern Mountains and returned.

However, during this period, Ji Shengmang's intelligence network had been almost entirely controlled by Ji Tan, so much remained unclear.

At those words, Ji Tan's eyes widened, and he slapped his forehead.

"That's right! Sikong Jing's achievements are the ones that truly tower over the world. But if I hadn't devised a scheme to kill Beigong Xianfeng, how could Sikong Jing have possibly gone to the War Soul Dynasty to lie in wait and ambush Mo Ci for the Beigong Clan?"

"When all is said and done, I was the one who made it happen. It is still my achievement."

The moment those words came out, Ji Shengmang's teeth ground together with audible creaks. This was simply shameless, twisted sophistry.

Yet Ji Shengmang had not mentioned Sikong Jing to discuss anyone's achievements. He wanted to deliberately draw out the subject of the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace.

He said hoarsely, "Don't get too pleased with yourself. The Worry-Forget Sect has a grudge against the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace... and you also know that I've made several trips to the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace lately. They will never stand by and do nothing."

Right now, he wanted to know what had happened at the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace, and why Old Marshal Beigong had yet to appear.

He had the distinct feeling that something must have happened over at the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace.

Just as Ji Shengmang had expected, Ji Tan laughed—a particularly smug laugh.

"Do you know why I chose today to make my move?"

"Actually, I had originally planned to wait a few more days, until Sikong Jing returned. But I received reliable intelligence