The barbarian stockade sank into the depths of night, with only the mountain wind sobbing beneath the eaves.
Outside the wooden house, the Holy Guards had cleared the area and formed a tight ring, cordoning off a sizable forbidden zone that no one was allowed to approach. Still, some believers had withdrawn farther away to bow in worship, refusing to leave.
Inside, Wang Yang and Baoyue were speaking quietly.
"Do you think he'll still come?" Baoyue asked.
"He might," Wang Yang answered.
'Might' isn't enough."
"I know."
"What if he doesn't?"
"Then he's chosen the other path. That path offers very little profit and enormous risk. He's unlikely to choose it."
"What if he does choose it?"
"I have arrangements for that, too."
"What arrangements?"
"That's none of your concern."
"Would you still be alive if I hadn't concerned myself?" Xiao Baoyue gave a soft scoff.
Wang Yang froze, his face full of disbelief.
"I've survived this long because of you???"
Angered by Wang Yang's attitude, Baoyue demanded indignantly:
"Without me, how could you possibly impersonate a Divine Envoy?!"
Puzzled, Wang Yang asked, "Do you have some misconception about how much you've contributed?"
Baoyue exploded!
"Wang Yang, you ungrateful-"
Wang Yang: ???
Baoyue: ???
After trading a few barbs with Xiao Baoyue, Wang Yang felt a little more relaxed. "Let's stop waiting for him. Time for bed!"
He looked perfectly composed, but the pressure weighing on him was immense.
In some ways, impersonating a Divine Envoy was harder and more exhausting than impersonating a member of the Langya Wang clan. He knew far too little about the Yidu Tribe's religious structure and had virtually no time to prepare. He therefore had to establish a new framework immediately and monopolize the right to speak. Apart from King Pan and the title