Ling Tianyu was very direct. He didn't have much time left, so anything that could be done fast had to be done as fast as possible. He was really anxious now—the Ten-Star Massacre Formation had already been activated.
They'd said it would take at least twenty‑five days, but shaving off even one day was one day. Emperor Mountain was too dangerous right now; even his head hurt from thinking about it—he really had no other way.
Right now, having one method was one method, as long as it could help.
The Nether Wolf Tower Master heard how blunt Ling Tianyu was and hadn't expected it. He really was straightforward.
"You're this direct—isn't that a bit inappropriate?" the Nether Wolf Tower Master said. "Although you're holding the Ancestral Emperor's Token, as far as I know, the Ancestral Emperor only met one of our Youming Wolf Tower's old ancestors once, in passing."
