Liu Tianfeng stared at the tactical map, his impatient expression softening into a look of profound understanding.
He had spent centuries mastering the chaotic, overwhelming power of storms. To hear this kind of words from a middling cultivator, he was once again awed by Taihao, who selected Lin Mo as the Divine Convenience Store's Shopkeeper.
The Patriarch muttered. "You intend to use the combined might of the Eastern Abyssal Domain's ancestors... merely as a lockpick to open the door for me."
"You simplified it too much. I prefer the term opening a way," Lin Mo corrected with a faint smile. "But yes. They are the distraction. You are our arrow. Are you ready to be nocked and delivered, Patriarch?"
Liu Tianfeng's eyes ignited with violet lightning. A battle-hungry grin split his weathered face. "Shopkeeper... point me at the target, and I will shatter their world."
