"A way?"
"A way..."
Under the expectant gazes of the nine Dao Children, Jiang Ding sighed softly. "It just means taking a few more risks. The chance of being exposed goes up again."
"But there's no helping it."
"Keep yourselves safe and try not to expose yourselves. You don't need to do anything. Just don't interfere with my work."
"Interfere with you?"
The Tianji Daoist's mouth twitched.
He made it sound as though they were nothing but dead weight, useless to a man. His arrogance knew no bounds.
Forget it. Forget it.
The Great Sun Sword Heir had always been like this. The bigger picture mattered more; there was no point arguing with him.
"Hmph!"
"We'll keep ourselves hidden."
Ji Liuyue said unhappily, "You'd better be able to resolve this, just as you said."
"Good."
Jiang Ding nodded slightly, and his figure gradually vanished.
In the Flame Stone Starfield, the Flameflow Imperial Heir's army was collapsing like a mountain.
Retreat after retreat.
As his forces fled, they lost minor worlds one after another. The upper ranks of the enslaved races were forced by restrictions on their souls to fight to the death, while the middle and lower ranks surrendered in droves.
The cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were more decisive still. They immediately chose to pledge themselves to the Azure Sky Imperial Son.
This was tradition among the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.
Cultivators of the imperial clan were free to serve the victorious imperial heir. No one could fault them for it. Besides, the Azure Sky Imperial Son came from an Ancient Emperor Lineage and had every ability to enforce the rules, preventing the Flame Stone Great Emperor from breaking his word.
With every retreat, more capable people joined him. The Azure Sky Imperial Son's forces swelled