"What did you say? Fellow Daoist Ye Lin is confronting Venerable Mo Xing?"
"Yes, Sovereign. Of course, that was news from half an hour ago. They may have already started fighting by now."
Inside a simple palace, Su Tao stared at the black-clad man below with utter disbelief.
He had never imagined Ye Lin would move so quickly, directly clashing with Venerable Mo Xing of the south already.
The north and south of the Southern Region were each guarded by a Venerable. Both were at the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, and Venerable was an honorific title for them.
Neither of those two was an easy opponent.
In his original plan, he and Ye Lin would attack north and south together.
Then the two of them would join forces and defeat the two Venerables one by one.
After all, the relationship between those two Venerables was exceedingly poor. As long as he and Ye Lin joined hands, they could defeat them individually.
Yet he had only just subdued five dynasties, and Ye Lin had already gone up against the strongest man in the south?
Was Ye Lin truly a match for him?
If Ye Lin died, his plan would completely collapse. Even the entire Great Frost Dynasty would be left teetering on the brink, before ultimately falling apart.
No, Ye Lin could not die.
"Our plan is temporarily on hold. I'm heading to the southern lands."
"Until I return, none of you are to act rashly."
With that, Su Tao left the great hall directly.
He had to handle this matter himself.
No matter what, Ye Lin absolutely could not come to harm.
Once something happened to Ye Lin, things would become troublesome. He might even die in this quagmire of war himself.
After all, Ye Lin was the