At the summit of Heavenly Shaman Mountain, two figures stood facing the wind, their robes snapping around them.
"Let us hope everything goes smoothly."
"Hopefully, the bond between those two runs deep enough."
After gazing at the distant mountains for a long time, True Lord Huangmei spoke quietly.
His eyes flickered with uncertainty. After all, he had spent considerable time planning this and paid no small price.
Once Fu Qingshan was eliminated, he could attempt to break through to the late stage with peace of mind.
"Success or failure will be decided in the next fortnight."
"The Human-Demon War is nearly over. If this mission succeeds, we will not have to carry out any more missions afterward."
Liu Yu nodded.
At this point, he was not particularly anxious about the outcome. It would not take much time anyway; at worst, he could switch to another mission.
Besides, the Human-Demon War was nearly over. If he pulled a few strings to stall for time after returning, he might not have to carry out another mission at all.
So-called fairness was merely a lie.
No matter how fair the rules were, those responsible for enforcing and supervising them were ultimately people.
And wherever people were involved, there was room for so-called "personal favors."
To Nascent Soul True Lords, fourth-tier spirit pills were immensely valuable.
Liu Yu could already refine Flying Immortal Pills. He could easily "offer gifts and greetings," exchanging resources for leniency.
He had no powerful enemy capable of blotting out the sky with one hand, unlike Mo Mei, whose mortal feud with Nangong Tian rendered even her connections useless.
Facing the howling wind, the two quietly watched for any stirring in the grass, waiting for the moment that would reveal whether this venture had succeeded.
As for the Fang