A cool breeze swept over Su Mo's heart, carrying a meaning he could neither explain nor put into words.
Since the Sacred Artifact Frost had not been taken, the Frost the Phoenix Race had seized was a counterfeit.
Since what had been taken was a counterfeit, all the outside world's suspicions about the Rain Sect were mistaken. Everything the outside world knew of the Rain Sect was what the Rain Sect wanted it to see.
Together with what Yu Gu had said, all the pieces linked together in Su Mo's mind in an instant.
The Rain Sect's Ancestor was dying, and the Sacred Artifact was still in their hands.
They had let the outside world believe that the Rain Sect no longer possessed its Sacred Artifact and that its Ancestor was already gone.
What the Rain Sect wanted to do was all but spelled out...
Su Mo stared blankly at Yu Gu, falling into a long silence.
There was a tragic resolve in this scheme that left Su Mo unable to say much.
Yu Gu looked at Su Mo, sighed, and slowly said, "Such are the affairs of this world. They leave us powerless to act..."
Su Mo shook his head and asked, "How do you know they'll definitely come?"
"Our Rain Clan's hidden reserves will emerge. They'll have no choice but to come," Yu Gu answered.
Su Mo nodded and lifted his head to gaze at the sky.
Tomorrow... tomorrow...
After a long while, Su Mo replied, "I agree. When will you give me Frost?"
"After tomorrow, it will naturally be delivered into your hands." Yu Gu stared intently at Su Mo.
Su Mo turned to look at Yu Gu. A profound Zen stillness filled Yu Gu's eyes, as though he could see through the Long River...
"If the