Xia Nichang blushed slightly at Feng Jun's words and couldn't help but explain, "It's not that I lack patience. The key point is that there are over thirty True Immortals and nearly a thousand Golden Core cultivators waiting for the Insect Race's reaction. The pressure is a bit overwhelming for me."
Feng Jun understood this feeling very well — it's like "wasting others' time is tantamount to murder for gain." He still shook his head and spoke seriously, "Only with sufficient patience can a better eruption occur... The pre-determined strategy should not be changed lightly."
Xia Nichang's words seemed prophetic; not even a day later, a squadron of the Insect Race flew over.
The Insect Race in the Folding Ruler Galaxy was relatively relaxed, but there was still vigilance. However, generally speaking, they only maintained alertness above the planet, rarely venturing deep into outer space.
