"How underhanded."
Yue Wen sat in the clearing where the River City Team was resting. He appeared to be meditating cross-legged to regulate his breathing, but was secretly eavesdropping on the Anti-Yue Alliance.
When he and Meng Yuheng had shaken hands earlier, Meng Yuheng had hidden a strand of invisible silk in his sleeve, while he had attached a trace of yin metal Dao Rhythm to the gold thread on Meng Yuheng's robe. Since he knew perfectly well that the other three teams intended to ally against him, he certainly wasn't going to sit there waiting for his doom.
Thus, although neither sound nor images escaped Shen Yaoguang's formation, Yue Wen perceived everything clearly through his yin metal Dao Rhythm.
Meng Yuheng's invisible silk wasn't as profound as the yin metal Dao Rhythm. It was merely something like a tracker that could pinpoint where Yue Wen had been and where he currently was, so Yue Wen didn't need to watch what he said around it.
"Boss, you were already pulling tricks while smiling and shaking his hand." Xing'er gave him a thumbs-up in praise. "So sneaky."
"No need to flatter me. Just standard procedure." Yue Wen accepted the compliment modestly.
"What should we do if they join forces to block the city gates?" Liu Yuanjun was somewhat worried. "We can't possibly beat them in a head-on fight."
"What do you mean, we can't beat them?" Xing'er said casually. "We just each have to fight three of them."
"Huh?" Qi Dian was startled. "I have to fight three too?"
"Don't worry. Since we already know their plan, of course we won't fall for it. At worst, we won't leave the city tomorrow. With this much dragon qi, they might not catch up even if we give them two days." Yue Wen