Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou toiled through the night. At first, they saw no change in the resentment, but before long, Bu Er noticed that although it still appeared, it vanished within a few short breaths.
The sight greatly encouraged Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou. It meant that the method Yang Qing had described truly worked, and their hard work throughout the previous night had already proved it.
Even Yang Qing could clearly see the resentment constantly appearing and then dissipating.
"Young master, this resentment keeps appearing and dispersing. Although no one will notice it at the moment, it certainly cannot escape the Sacred Emperor's eyes."
Emperor Zhetian himself had devised the method of gathering everyone's resentment to help him complete his formation. Naturally, no one knew better than he did whether it was succeeding or failing.
Yang Qing's only hope now was that other matters were occupying the Sacred Emperor, leaving him unable to spare the strength to deal with them for the time being.
But to Yang Qing, that hope was nothing more than a fool's dream.
For just as the resentment kept rising and dissipating, Yang Qing faintly saw a figure flickering before him.
Yet although he stood shoulder to shoulder with Bu Er, judging by Bu Er's expression, he seemed entirely unaware that their actions had already drawn that formidable man here.
As Yang Qing watched the slowly flickering figure, he could not help reflecting: this world truly did bow to strength. Whatever Emperor Zhetian had come for, there was no denying his extraordinary abilities.
Could there possibly be another person in this world capable of rivaling Emperor Zhetian's strength?
The flickering figure gradually materialized before Yang Qing.
Emperor Zhetian still wore Gongsun Ze's face, but the ruthlessness shining in his eyes was something Gongsun Ze,