When Liu Qing and Cynthia returned to camp, the guards at the entrance told them that Bofeng Yu was waiting for them. Without delay, they headed straight to his tent. Once inside, they found only Bofeng Yu and Bofeng Guanglang, who seemed to be chatting casually.
"Dad, you wanted to see me?" Liu Qing asked after greeting them.
"You heard about the World Tree's fruit changing again while you were with the Temple, didn't you?" Bofeng Yu asked in return.
"Yes. Grandma Kalasina said the fruit was almost at the threshold of maturity!" Liu Qing nodded.
"That's right!" Bofeng Yu nodded, then continued, "Get some good rest today. Tomorrow, we might get to witness the birth of the Fairy Plate-and enjoy quite a show while we're at it!"
"Too bad those factions from the Western Hemisphere have already been driven out. Otherwise, the show would be even better!" Bofeng Guanglang remarked from the side with a mischievous grin.
It was one thing for his father to treat the looming battle as entertainment, but Uncle Palmer actually wanted the Western Hemisphere's factions to join the fray. Liu Qing could only smile wryly to himself. Uncle really does love stirring up trouble!
"The Western Hemisphere's factions have always focused on spreading their faith, gathering the power of their followers' belief, and amassing fortune. Why would they interfere in the Eastern Hemisphere's struggle over a Plate? Aren't they afraid the Eastern Hemisphere's factions will unite against them?" Cynthia frowned slightly. Then, as though something had occurred to her, a trace of alarm flashed in her eyes. "Or is their true objective somewhere else, rather than here...?"
Everyone present had exceptionally keen powers of observation, so Cynthia's change in expression escaped none of them. All three immediately worked out what she was thinking. Bofeng