The future...
As the topic came up.
The white-haired old man's expression grew somber, laced with threads of resentment, before he sighed helplessly and changed the subject.
"And what of that person? How are things now?"
Prince Nanyang knew who he meant. A flicker of respect appeared in his eyes as he replied, "He's about eighty or ninety percent of the way there, but it will still take some time."
Some time...
Jiang Yuansheng stroked his beard, his gaze filled with concern.
"The Dragon Mud Cave Heaven will open again in a year at most. Will that be enough time?"
"We do our best and leave the rest to the Celestial Mandate."
Prince Nanyang let out a soft sigh, his usually composed expression now tinged with anxiety about the uncertain future.
This time.
If they were to lose again.
There would truly be no hope left for the era to come.
So...
Whether for themselves or for the greater good, 'everyone' had begun to resort to any means necessary.
Including him.
