Zhou Kunshan's face grew increasingly pale.
In the past few months, his cultivation had advanced rapidly, as had the cultivation of the mining family's disciples.
The swift expansion of power gave him an illusion.
The Zhao Family.
Nothing more than that.
However, just as his ambition began to swell, Zheng Yi poured a cold bucket of water on it.
"But my lord..." Zhou Kunshan still retorted with some dissatisfaction, "Are we just going to wait here indefinitely?"
"Sooner or later, the Zhao Family will discover us."
"Especially the last time, I felt that the special agent looked at us suspiciously. Their people have already inspected the mine several times."
"Fortunately, we prepared in advance and coordinated our stories ahead of time, so they didn't find any issues."
"But I feel that this situation won't last much longer."
Zheng Yi nodded slightly: "You're right, your observations are sharp. I estimate that their patience is running thin."
