Shikong clasped his hands together, and the gaze beneath his wig turned sharp and intense. He said in a deep voice, "Naturally, I understand. The ancestral patriarch of the Jiang Family, Martial Saint Jiang Taixuan."
Liu Hanyan also composed herself and added coldly, "And some of the Jiang Family's trash."
"That's right."
Fang Qingyu nodded, a flash of cold glint appearing in his Molten Gold Vertical Pupils, "The plan is simple. We don't need to make a move within Glazed Light City, nor do we need to storm the City Lord's Mansion."
"We just need to wait at the glacier sea area, fifty nautical miles northeast of the Ice Fortress's old site."
"Wait?"
Shikong immediately furrowed his brows, questioning, "Captain Fang, according to the messages received, that place is currently gathered with quite a few Martial Arts Grandmasters drawn there by the 'Martial Saint Ruins'."
