Had their grandmaster lost another bet today?
Wasn't that perfectly normal?
They should have been used to it long ago.
Could it be...
Wen Zhong looked around. Fortunately, their grandmaster hadn't taken the Golden Whip bestowed upon him by the late king.
Then had he won money instead?
Wen Zhong ventured a few questions, only for Tongtian to seem even more out of sorts.
Before long, Lü Yue, Luo Xuan, and the Three Xiao Sisters had all arrived.
Old Zhao arrived last, carrying a palm-sized piece of fine jade. Most likely, he had tripped over it again.
He, too, sighed inwardly. What an ill-starred year. Lü Yue should never have stayed in Chaoge.
Tongtian took the fine jade in his hand before saying, "Your master has divined the grand plan."
Everyone sucked in a breath.
There really was a grand plan!
That night at the Star-Plucking Tower, even Yun Zhongzi had guessed that King Zhou had a grand plan. How could the Interception Sect's disciples have remained unmoved?
They had told Tongtian their suspicions that very night. Lately, aside from betting on ball games and horse races, Tongtian had spent his time counting on his fingers.
Now, at last, he had arrived at an answer.
Wen Zhong felt uneasy. If King Zhou's grand plan truly involved opposing the gods, freeing the Human Race from their restraints so humanity could finally stand tall, then it was enormous indeed.
King Zhou was a mortal and knew little of the Heavenly Court's affairs, but those of the Daoist School understood better than anyone just how difficult that would be!
Still, Wen Zhong had steeled his resolve. In Wu Yi's time, he had chosen to compromise. This time, he would not.
"Teacher, have you divined King Zhou's grand plan, or that of the Human