Night gave way to day. Qin Fen got up early, prepared everything, ate a couple of slices of bread, and took out his phone. He had no intention of going out that morning. The Heavenly Court was different from the Mortal Realm, but its communications were quite advanced too. After a night to let things settle, word had probably gotten around. He would put the proposal on the table that morning. Time waited for no one.
He checked his phone and found a message from the Yan Emperor. Everything was ready; all they needed was the final push. Qin Fen's lips curved into a smile. Whether it would work was a question for later. He had to try first. Maybe a miracle would happen at today's meeting! He had thought it over all night and realized his chances were abysmally low. But Qin Fen had one particular quirk: he refused to stake everything on a single option. Stubborn as a mule, he wouldn't move when led and would back up when whipped. He had made up his mind.
If the Heavenly Court wouldn't approve it, he would find somewhere else that would. And if nobody would have him, he'd damn well turn guerrilla and keep following the strategy of surrounding the cities from the countryside, starting with the Earthly Immortal Realm. It would just be a little harder. It wasn't as though he hadn't done it before! A living man wasn't going to let a full bladder kill him.
Feeling completely at ease, Chef Qin left his room and went to the Queen Mother's door. He had no choice. She was his indispensable right-hand woman.
He knocked, and the door opened a moment later. The Queen Mother looked solemn. She had changed into a leather coat and put on a