Into the Trap!

"Oh? Your own business?"

Hearing this, Bai Yu raised a brow and immediately relaxed considerably.

In other words, Ning Zhirou's arrival today had not been at Xiao Yuan's behest. Even her contact with him had been her own doing—no one else knew about it...

"I see. I'm deeply flattered that the Holy Envoy thinks so highly of me."

"May I ask what the Holy Envoy intends for me to do next?"

Bai Yu rubbed his nose and said with a smile.

Ning Zhirou smiled faintly, her tone calm and unhurried.

"Those who know the times always live well in the future."

"Although your actions hindered the plan, the rift between the three princes has become irreparable in turn. This meeting is our greatest opportunity. Next, the Blood Prison Dynasty should be due for a change of heaven."

"What you need to do is join the Feather Spirit Dynasty and the National Preceptor's Residence in overturning heaven and earth with us when the Eastern Region makes its move!"

"When the time comes, you will not be denied the merit of supporting the dragon."

Ning Zhirou spoke slowly, her eyes brimming with ambition.

After so many years, the plan had finally ripened. The three princes had split apart, the great families had vanished, and even the National Preceptor's Residence had now been drawn to her side. There was no one left around the Blood Emperor whom he could use.

Though much had been sacrificed, it had all been worth it.

At those words, a cold glint flashed through Bai Yu's eyes.

Overturn heaven and earth?

That was not an ideal the Holy Heaven Cult should possess.

Recalling his earlier suspicions and combining them with Ning Zhirou's accusatory manner upon arriving, Bai Yu had already vaguely guessed the truth.

"Hehe, then let me