"Senior Hu, do you mean Che Zhengyuan and the other three will lose?" A glimmer flashed through Chen Qin's beautiful eyes.
"They won't go so far as to lose."
Senior Hu said calmly, "Whatever else, the four of them are the chief disciples of their grotto-heavens. If they exhaust all their means, they can take down even a Demon King at perfection." "But the Calamity-Heart Fox and Earth Qilin are no pushovers either. These two Creation Origin Beasts are still growing, with around five or six thousand years of Dao Practice, but they can rely on their bloodlines to suppress or even defeat Nascent Soul True Lords at perfection."
Hearing this, confusion appeared in Chen Qin's eyes.
According to Senior Hu, the two sides should be evenly matched, with victory difficult to determine. How, then, could Che Zhengyuan and the other three fall into a disadvantage? "When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits," Senior Hu reminded her. "We aren't the only powerful figures hiding in the shadows, hoping to play fisherman." Chen Qin's eyelids twitched. She instinctively looked around but saw nothing.
"Seven people are hiding to the southeast. All are Martial Ancestors of the Great Qian Dynasty, and their leader has reached Martial Ancestor Perfection, only a single step away from Martial Saint."
As Senior Hu's words fell, Chen Qin's eyes flickered. She did not rashly send out her Divine Sense to investigate, afraid her actions might expose her.
"Whether Che Zhengyuan and the other three have noticed or not, the Great Qian Dynasty's experts won't let them capture the Calamity-Heart Fox and Earth Qilin." Senior Hu chuckled. "We need only wait for them to act and throw the situation into chaos, then settle everything with one hammer blow and capture the Calamity-Heart Fox."
Chen Qin nodded