Meanwhile, the White Snake King was racing toward several factions skilled in divination. He wanted their help determining where Qin An would arrive.
At that very moment, deep within the Giant Race's territory, the Giant King sat on his enormous throne, a flicker of delight in his eyes.
He had made every possible preparation. Now all he had to do was wait for Qin An to enter his trap.
Once Qin An did, he would be a turtle in a jar, theirs to handle as they pleased.
After killing Qin An and Emperor Xuanwu, he could finally put an end to the trouble he had brought on himself by offending them.
The giants were singing and dancing, all of them visibly excited.
But just as the Giant King was savoring his triumph, a giant suddenly rushed over.
He moved quickly, reaching the Giant King in almost an instant.
Without hesitation, he said in a panic,
"Chief, something's happened."
The Giant King looked puzzled and asked,
"What happened?"
He could think of nothing that should have sent one of his people running to him in such alarm.
But since the giant had come this far, he naturally had to ask.
He was curious, too.
The giant quickly explained the whole matter.
"Chief, the White Snake King has made a move. According to our informants, he seems to be heading for the factions that know divination."
"He's probably trying to have them calculate where Qin An will arrive."
This was important.
When the Giant King had devised his plan to deal with Qin An, he had planted many informants around the White Snake King.
That was why the giant had hurried back the moment he received the news.
The Giant King fell silent. After a long while, he drew a deep breath.