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Li Chen perked up. "Where?"

Azure Deep Heavenly Venerable said with certainty, "Deep within the Misty Imperial Mausoleum, a hundred li west of the city! It is a restricted area where generations of Daluo emperors rest. It covers an immense expanse, with layer upon layer of restrictions and ancient, powerful formations. Ordinary people cannot penetrate its depths at all. It is indeed an ideal place to hide and establish a secret base."

"The restricted grounds of the Imperial Mausoleum? They certainly know how to pick a spot." A cold gleam flashed through Li Chen's eyes. He hesitated no longer. "Gather everyone. Proceed according to plan!"

The night was dark. Several shadows, seemingly merged with the darkness itself, silently left the Sacred Palace and sped toward the royal burial grounds west of the city, shrouded in mist and legend.

A deadly net aimed at Romanov and Ivan was rapidly drawing shut.

Yet the two of them remained oblivious, still basking in their own smug satisfaction.

When he heard Romanov describe how he had "forcefully" laid a trap for the Witch Ancestor at the banquet, Ivan grinned from ear to ear, as though the humiliation of their previous failed scheme-losing the wife and the troops besides-had long since vanished like smoke.

He even began boasting. "I knew it! Ancestor, your last plan must have been far-sighted, with more moves waiting behind it! First, you let that Witch Ancestor taste a little sweetness and lower his guard. Only then would he willingly walk straight into our trap, just as he has now! Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

Seeing his grandson so "cleverly" find a perfect explanation for his earlier blunder, Romanov felt his own prestige restored. He stroked his beard and nodded.

Assuming the air of a man with every move in hand, he said,