"All right. When do we leave?"
Having weighed the pros and cons, Zhang Yuan asked.
Snatch the opportunities, seize the Supreme Treasure.
There were only two choices: either let the slow bird fly first, exploit a head start to grab the goods and retreat swiftly, or simply stay out of it, lie in wait outside, and reap the fisherman's gains, taking down whoever emerged.
The latter offered uncertain returns and might not yield what he wanted. The former was riskier, but the rewards were better.
He had to choose one.
"Whenever you like. But I advise you to leave early. As Wangyou True Person said, the people from your homeland will be here soon. It might not even take a day. An army could descend upon us the next moment, the next second." The Great Heng Empress folded her arms and spoke coldly.
"Then I'll make a few preparations before leaving..."
Zhang Yuan gave a hum of assent, planning to prepare a little-at least gather some intelligence on the grotto-heaven overhead before going.
But before Zhang Yuan could finish, a voice suddenly came from a corner of the Golden Throne Hall, accompanied by a flurry of footsteps.
"What are you waiting for? You're leaving right now."
Zhang Yuan jolted at the voice and whipped his head around. His pupils contracted as he spotted the fifth person in the Golden Throne Hall: Ye Xiangning, hidden in a corner.
Damn it!
When did this old ghost sneak in here?
Ye Xiangning shot toward Zhang Yuan like a cannonball, so fast that neither Xiao Yuanjun, already at Celestial Person Perfection, nor the Great Heng Empress, at the peak ascension realm, could react. She lashed out with a kick.
Zhang Yuan raised his hands to block it, but the force was overwhelming. Not only