Yi Feng had lain low in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty; in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed.
At first, he had tried every possible means to transmit intelligence, but with little success.
For one thing, Ouyang Yu kept a close watch on him and had never fully trusted him, making the transmission of intelligence as difficult as climbing to heaven; for another, Yi Feng himself was not fully trusted and could hardly obtain core intelligence. Even if he sent it out, it would have little impact on the greater situation.
Left with no choice, Yi Feng could only do his utmost to win Ouyang Yu's trust, hoping to obtain more intelligence.
As the years passed, Yi Feng painstakingly cultivated his position, and his status continued to rise. It seemed that Ouyang Yu had finally begun to trust him bit by bit. He also obtained some crucial intelligence, causing the Eastern Spirit Dynasty to suffer repeated setbacks and turning its planned great war into smoke and clouds.
He had thought that his mission would end there, and that he could retire in glory.
However.
The longer Yi Feng remained in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, the more highly he was valued. Later, he was entrusted with great responsibilities; wherever he went, crowds surrounded him before and behind. He had long since become one of the Eastern Spirit Dynasty's foremost figures, and getting away was no easy matter.
More terrifying still, as his status in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty rose, the Bright Moon Dynasty forces who did not know the truth also began to target him step by step.
Thus, Yi Feng was caught between the two great dynasties, surrounded by danger every day. Even though he handled matters with the utmost caution, the threat of death was always