By the Celestial River, the navy was drilling formations atop the river while two Deputy Commanders supervised from the side.
"Brother Yi, when do you think we'll get to lead troops over to the Demon Race's turf and strut our stuff?"
Since the Celestial River Navy fell under the Water God's jurisdiction and the Water God ordinarily paid no attention to such matters, actual authority rested in the hands of several Deputy Commanders.
With a stalk of spirit grass hanging from his mouth, Bian Zhuang lay on the lush green slope by the riverbank, his hands pillowed beneath his head. A trace of laziness hung over his handsome face as he casually asked this question.
Ao Yi, who was meditating nearby, did not even open his eyes as he replied casually:
"During the Deliberation in the Hall of Brightness half a month ago, Sect Leader and Wood Duke settled upon a strategy of delay. Unless the Demon Race is dragged into collapse, you and I likely will not have a chance to act."
"I see... Hah..."
Bian Zhuang let out a contented breath, a somewhat rippling smile hanging at the corner of his mouth as he muttered softly:
"What is the Heavenly Court? Only now have I truly seen it.
"I heard the Hall of Marriage has already tied more than a dozen Red Strings. The clay figurine of a Demon Race Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator directly exploded the day before yesterday. Perhaps he was done in by a rival demon king.
"What a pity the Hall of Marriage cannot interfere with the marriage affinity of Eternal Life Immortals. Otherwise, what would there be to fear from the Demon Race? A few Red Strings would settle everything.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The lord in charge of morning and evening clouds is