Holding Wang Qiu'er in her arms, Zi JI fell briefly silent, but she did not immediately dispel her Death Withering Domain. Her alluring, jewel-like eyes remained fixed on Tang San's every movement as she asked:
"How am I supposed to believe that you're working with my lord?"
Tang San knew that words alone were pale and powerless. Fortunately, he had come prepared. He took a dragon scale from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges—a white scale shed by Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena. It gleamed like polished silver, reflecting a wash of white light beneath the hazy moon.
As a fellow member of the true dragon clan, Zi JI could clearly sense Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena's aura within the scale. Her secretly taut nerves relaxed, and the tension between her brows gradually eased. It seemed she now believed about seventy percent of what Tang San had said.
"Since you've come to fulfill your agreement with my lord, you must have a detailed plan, right?"
"As the hall master of White Tiger Hall, you should know better than I do that this place is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. Even though the branch and division leaders are guarding strategic locations, and Gang Leader Yang Ming has gone on a spring outing with his family, leaving this place severely short of top-tier fighters, there are still quite a few Soul Douluos guarding it. If anything goes wrong, even I might die here."
Zi JI's worries were not groundless. The danger was very real.
Although Tang Chen, Tang Hao, Feng Baobao, Prince Xue Xing, Dugu Bo, and the others were stationed elsewhere, the Sky-Blasting Gang had absorbed numerous experts from the former Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and other factions during its rapid expansion in recent years. Even Bone