Xing Tong did not understand what Yang Chen meant at first and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by that?"
Yang Chen smiled freely. "Exactly what you understood—the literal meaning."
Xing Tong gave Yang Chen a long, searching look. "Why are those Royal Spirit Gods of the Heavenly Separation Realm afraid of you?"
"You'll know once you lure them over." Yang Chen did not explain much, merely smiling it off.
Xing Tong grew even more curious about Yang Chen. She felt that no matter how long she had known him, he still seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mystery—a mystery she could exhaust every means to solve and yet never unravel.
At this point, she could not press him further and could only say, "Fine, I'll lure them over. But let's make this clear beforehand: I don't have your speed when it comes to space and time. If something goes wrong later, you have to come save me."
"You can rest assured. If you die, it doesn't seem to do me any good either, does it?" Yang Chen said helplessly.
Only then did Xing Tong relax. "In that case, it's settled. But for now, we still need to find the Royal Spirit Gods first."
"There's no need to deliberately search for Royal Spirit Gods," Yang Chen said.
"Why not?" Xing Tong asked.
Yang Chen said slowly, "If we truly searched for them so deliberately, who knew whether we'd get any results even by the year of the monkey. Royal Spirit Gods are so scarce, and with our inability to survey this realm with our vision, searching for them is as difficult as fishing a needle from the sea."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Xing Tong grew curious. She had indeed considered this problem before, but