Even if Mu Taiqing had remained calm at first, now that he saw Yang Chen had refined the Gold Patterned Bird, he probably could no longer keep his cool.
When he arrived, his rage would surely soar to the heavens.
That was precisely the effect Yang Chen wanted.
If Mu Taiqing could not remain calm and was consumed by fury, he certainly would not consider that Yang Chen had laid an ambush nearby. Once he charged in, Yang Chen could first use the restrictions to catch him off guard, deal him a blow right from the start, and launch a sudden assault. When Mu Taiqing fought him afterward, it would become far more difficult for him.
Now, Yang Chen used his fastest speed to set down all the restrictions nearby.
He had not placed the restrictions at random. Every single one had been crafted only after careful and meticulous consideration of its location.
Once they were set up, Yang Chen handed them over to Baolu for further refinement, helping him successfully complete his grand ambush.
Baolu also understood the importance of the matter. Without wasting any words, she immediately began helping Yang Chen, making all manner of improvements and adjustments to the restrictions he had set.
Yang Chen felt faint anticipation in his heart.
But anticipation was anticipation. What occupied him more was deep thought.
What was he thinking about?
He was considering what he should do if these restrictions failed to produce any particularly good results.
No matter how confident he was, he clearly understood how terrifying Mu Taiqing's strength was. Even with Baolu's handiwork behind them, whether these restrictions could succeed remained unknown. If they failed, then he would be the one placed at a disadvantage.
Just as Yang Chen was deep in thought, the Weapon Spirit within