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"Have him fight with eighty percent of his strength against this world's prodigies. Then make him lose—lose in a way that seems entirely natural, by the narrowest of margins."

"That way, not only will we avoid drawing attention, we can also make that princess understand one thing: we did not go all out, yet we still fought their strongest man to a standstill. If we were to mobilize in full force, holding nothing back—what would this world's prodigies amount to?"

The other end of the Magic Mirror fell silent for several breaths.

Then, that gentle voice slowly spoke again, its tone carrying a touch of approval. "When a world faces an apocalyptic catastrophe, it is not unusual for the Heavenly Dao to cultivate a prodigy far beyond common sense in order to save itself."

"Even if the Cultivators here harbor doubts, they can only attribute it to the special laws of that world and the favor of heaven's will."

"This plan will work!"

Maid Qiluo moved with extreme caution. The force she belonged to was not weak either, and the communication method she used did not allow even the faintest ripple to leak out.

After finishing, she stood still for a while longer. Only after confirming that no one was watching nearby did she pick up the tea tray, long since gone cold, push open the door, and resume her usual appearance as a meek, obedient, gentle, and humble maid.

She was not being so cautious because that mysterious force truly feared anything.

On the contrary, from the calm and even effortlessly composed tones of the several leaders during the communication, it was easy to infer that—even after personally witnessing the tens of thousands of Cultivators on this side of the rift, even after sensing the Golden Core True Persons