The rugged, treacherous mountain paths leading toward the hidden sanctuary of the Clear Sky Sect were perpetually shrouded in a freezing, biting mist. The jagged peaks pierced the skyline like the broken teeth of a colossal beast, offering no comfort to those who dared to scale their heights. Tang Hao and Tang San traversed this unforgiving terrain with a singular, grim focus. The air grew thinner with every step, yet neither father nor son showed a single sign of fatigue.
Tang San walked with a new, terrifying heaviness in his stride. Beneath his dirt-stained clothes, two supreme spirit bones—the Left Arm Spirit Bone of the Titan Giant Ape and the Right Arm Spirit Bone of the Sky Azure Bull Python—pulsed with an ancient, unfathomable vitality. Furthermore, within his spiritual sea, two blindingly radiant, hundred-thousand-year red spirit rings hovered patiently over his second martial spirit, waiting to be unleashed. The sheer density of his newly acquired Level 57 cultivation base pushed the freezing mist away from his body, creating a localized vacuum of oppressive spirit power.
Tang Hao walked half a pace ahead, his tattered cloak snapping wildly in the mountain gales. His scarred, weathered face was a perfect mask of stoic determination, yet his dark eyes constantly scanned the surrounding cliffs for any sign of ambush.
"Father," Tang San spoke, his voice breaking the heavy silence between them. He did not sound like the broken, despairing youth who had been in despair a few weeks ago. His tone was cold, measured, and laced with a quiet arrogance born of absolute strength. "Will the sect elders still look at me with that same, suffocating disdain when we arrive? Their words regarding my martial spirit have never faded from my memory."
Tang Hao did not immediately reply. He stepped over a massive, frost-covered boulder, his boots crunching against the loose gravel. He knew exactly what his son was referring to. When the Clear Sky Sect had long since emerged from their forced, cowardly seclusion earlier in the story, seeking to re-establish their dominance, Tang San had proudly revealed his twin martial spirits to the sect leadership. However, the grand reveal had turned into a horrific, unforgettable humiliation. His legendary Clear Sky Hammer, the absolute pride and symbol of their entire lineage, had been utterly ruined.
Some unknown, unseen enemy had forcefully attached three pathetic, ten-year white spirit rings to the divine weapon. To make matters infinitely worse, each of those white rings originated from the weakest, most comical ten-year-old rabbit type spirit beasts in existence. The sight of the legendary hammer performing a feeble 'Bunny Hop' or sprouting twitching rabbit ears had caused the proud elders, and even the Sect Master Tang Xiao, to become intensely, aggressively critical. They had looked at Tang San not as a peerless genius, but as a walking disgrace who had forever humiliated the sacred symbol of the Clear Sky Sect.
"The elders of our sect are stubborn men, Xiao San. They are creatures of tradition who judge a warrior entirely by the visual perfection of their foundation," Tang Hao finally answered, his gruff voice carrying over the howling wind. He paused, turning to look over his shoulder at his son. "However, absolute power silences all critics. The humiliating stain of those three white rabbit rings has been completely buried beneath the blood and soul of two hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts. When you summon your hammer today, they will not see a disgraced child. They will see the very manifestation of the Clear Sky Sect's wrath. Let your red rings do the talking."
Tang San nodded slowly, his purple eyes narrowing with a dark, vindictive satisfaction. "I understand, Father. The humiliation ends today."
What neither father nor son realized was that they were not alone on this desolate mountain path.
Scattered amidst the freezing rocks and clinging to the frostbitten soil were ordinary-looking blades of crimson-tinted grass. To any passing Spirit Master, they appeared as nothing more than resilient, high-altitude weeds struggling to survive the harsh climate. In truth, they were the silent, omniscient sentinels of the Blood Silver Grass network. As Tang Hao and Tang San walked past, the blades shifted ever so slightly, absorbing the terrifying, residual auras leaking from the youth's body.
Hundreds of miles away, in the opulent, secure confines of a sprawling mansion in the capital of the Heaven Dou Nation, the spiritual network instantly relayed this critical data. Ah Yin, standing quietly in a sunlit courtyard, felt the distinct, vibrating signal pulse through her supreme botanical dominion. She immediately turned her head, her crimson eyes finding Zhang Tian, who was presently sipping a cup of warm tea on a nearby stone bench. She conveyed the precise coordinates and the terrifyingly dense spiritual fluctuations of the approaching father and son directly into his mind, ensuring their master was fully aware of the enemy's movements.
Back on the mountain, Tang San and Tang Hao finally reached the massive, imposing stone gates that marked the entrance to the Clear Sky Sect's hidden citadel. The guards stationed at the heavy iron chains immediately recognized the legendary Clear Sky Douluo and hurriedly cranked the massive gears to lower the drawbridge.
They walked through the grand courtyard, the atmosphere within the sect feeling incredibly heavy and suffocatingly tense. They bypassed the training grounds and headed straight toward the central meeting hall, a massive structure carved directly into the side of the mountain peak.
Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, Tang San and Tang Hao stepped into the dimly lit, cavernous hall.
The room was already occupied by the highest echelon of power available to their fractured alliance. Sitting at the head of a massive, circular stone table was Tang Xiao. His robust, incredibly imposing figure seemed slightly diminished, his broad shoulders carrying the invisible, crushing weight of recent, catastrophic failures. His deep eyes immediately locked onto Tang San, a flicker of the old, lingering criticism regarding the ruined hammer briefly crossing his features before being replaced by a weary curiosity.
Seated directly to his right was Yu Yuanzhen. The formidable leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan crackled with a volatile, barely suppressed lightning aura. His face was etched with deep lines of grief and boiling anger, his fingers drumming a rapid, erratic rhythm against the stone table. Surrounding them were the remaining, grim-faced elders of the Clear Sky Sect, their expressions reflecting a shared, bitter reality.
The Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been in a great, secretive alliance for quite some time now. Their partnership had been forged in the fires of mutual ambition and absolute necessity. They had recently taken highly aggressive, coordinated action against the rapidly expanding industries and resource caravans belonging to the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. They had intended to cripple Ning Fengzhi's economic foundation and assert their own dominance over the continent's resource trade.
However, the coordinated ambush had turned into a horrific, unmitigated disaster. They had vastly underestimated the terrifying, overwhelming counterattack launched by the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. In the ensuing, bloody skirmishes, the alliance had lost many of their absolute best experts. The most devastating blows were the brutal, unceremonious deaths of a high-ranking Spirit Douluo belonging to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and a revered Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect's own inner circle. These monumental losses had shattered their confidence and left both sects bleeding, paranoid, and desperately grasping for a lifeline.
Tang Hao naturally knew of this devastating failure. He and Tang San had met up with Tang Xiao and the other elders of the Clear Sky Sect previously to discuss the shifting political landscape, only to be met with derision regarding the white rabbit rings. Now, stepping into the hall, the atmosphere was entirely different. It was an atmosphere of cornered beasts seeking a way to survive the impending hunter.
"Brother," Tang Hao greeted smoothly, taking a seat at the heavy stone table. He gestured for his son to stand beside him. "Sect Master Yu. The air in this hall is thick with the stench of defeat. It seems the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Pagoda has cast a very long shadow over our ambitions."
Yu Yuanzhen slammed his fist against the table, a bolt of blue lightning scorching the stone surface. "Do not mock our losses, Tang Hao! Ning Fengzhi is a venomous snake. His sect has grown at a tremendous, unnatural rate. They possess resources and experts that defy logic. We struck at their supply lines, and they responded by tearing the heart out of our vanguard. My clan bleeds while that arrogant merchant sits comfortably in his ivory tower!"
"We underestimated their defensive coordination," Tang Xiao agreed, his voice a low, rumbling growl that echoed off the cavern walls. He ran a heavy hand over his tired face. "The Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect is no longer just a wealthy support clan relying on hired swords. They have consolidated terrifying, absolute power. And with that monster, Zhang Tian, leading their younger generation, their momentum is unstoppable. Staying here, waiting for Ning Fengzhi to organize a formal, full-scale eradication campaign against our mountain, is tantamount to sitting idly by while the executioner sharpens his axe."
Tang San stepped forward, his purple eyes sweeping over the assembled, grim-faced elders. He stood tall, no longer shrinking under their critical, disdainful glares. The sheer, terrifying density of the two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings residing within his body subtly leaked into the ambient air, causing the surrounding elders to shift uncomfortably in their stone seats as they sensed an impossible, suffocating pressure radiating from the youth.
"Uncle Xiao, Uncle Yu," Tang San spoke, his voice perfectly calm and laced with absolute, unwavering confidence. "If remaining within the borders of the Heaven Dou Nation is waiting for death, then we must sever our ties to this land entirely. We cannot win a war of attrition against an enemy who controls the political and economic heart of the nation."
The elders murmured among themselves, their brows furrowing at the audacious proposition coming from the disgraced youth.
"And what exactly are you suggesting, Tang San?" one of the older Clear Sky elders sneered, unable to let go of his prejudice regarding the rabbit rings. "Are we to pack our bags and live like wandering nomads in the wilderness? Our roots are planted deep within these mountains."
"I am suggesting that we relocate both of our great sects entirely to the Star Luo Nation," Tang San declared, his words dropping like heavy stones into the center of the silent hall.
Tang Xiao and Yu Yuanzhen exchanged a rapid, calculating glance. The proposition was radical, yet it perfectly echoed the desperate, secret thoughts they had both been harboring since the catastrophic loss of their Titled Douluo experts.
"Explain your reasoning, Xiao San," Tang Xiao prompted, leaning forward slightly, his robust frame casting a long shadow over the table.
"The Heaven Dou Nation is a lost cause," Tang San analyzed flawlessly, his brilliant tactical mind laying out the grim reality of their situation. "It is destined to become a sprawling territory ruled completely and absolutely over by the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Pagoda. This transition of power is inevitable, and it will happen sooner rather than later. You have all seen the undeniable truth following the tournament results of the Advanced Continental Spirit Master Academy Grand Tournament."
Tang San placed his hands firmly on the stone table, leaning in. "The performance of Zhang Tian and his team of Heaven Dou imperial students was not just a victory; it was a horrifying demonstration of absolute supremacy. They broke the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall in seconds. The imperial family of Heaven Dou is heavily favoring them. The military, the nobility, and the common people view Zhang Tian as an untouchable hero. If we remain within this nation's borders, Ning Fengzhi will utilize the imperial armies and his own terrifying experts to squeeze us until we suffocate. They will legally and methodically deal with us because the strength of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect is currently far stronger than both the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan combined."
Yu Yuanzhen nodded slowly, the lightning crackling around his shoulders dimming as the cold logic of the youth's words doused his fury.
"The boy speaks a bitter, undeniable truth," Yu Yuanzhen admitted grudgingly. "Ning Fengzhi is biding his time, gathering his forces. Once he consolidates his new political power, he will turn his gaze toward our mountains. Moving to the Star Luo Nation removes us from his immediate sphere of influence. It places a heavily fortified, hostile border between our people and his blades."
"Furthermore," Tang Hao added smoothly, reinforcing his son's tactical proposal. "The Star Luo Imperial Family despises Zhang Tian and his allies. The public humiliation they suffered during the tournament has severed any chance of diplomacy between the two nations. If we offer our considerable martial strength to the Star Luo royals, they will welcome us with open arms, providing us with land, resources, and the political sanctuary required to rebuild our strength in peace until the time for vengeance arrives."
Tang Xiao let out a long, heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a century. He looked around the stone table, seeing the reluctant, solemn agreement in the eyes of his elders. The pride of the Clear Sky Sect demanded they stand and fight, but the survival of their lineage demanded they retreat.
"It is decided, then," Tang Xiao proclaimed, his voice echoing with absolute finality. "The Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will formally initiate a mass, coordinated relocation to the Star Luo Nation. We will leave these mountains empty and rebuild our foundation in the south."
With the monumental decision finalized among the highest echelons of power, the logistical nightmare of moving two of the continent's greatest sects began in earnest. Tang San did not linger to manage the supply lines or the packing of ancient texts. He had another, equally vital task to accomplish. He needed to secure the brilliant, tactical mind of his teacher.
Tang San departed the mountain sanctuary, traveling swiftly across the plains until he reached the bustling, newly rebuilt campus of Shrek Academy. The institution had completely taken over the sprawling, beautiful grounds of the former Blue Tyrant Academy following their forced, humiliating relocation. The atmosphere here was chaotic, filled with the sounds of training students and barking instructors.
Tang San moved like a ghost through the familiar corridors, his presence commanding immediate respect and wary whispers from the junior students. He bypassed the training grounds and headed directly toward the quiet, secluded office belonging to the Grandmaster.
He found Yu Xiaogang sitting behind a desk cluttered with complex spirit beast diagrams and heavily annotated tactical maps. The Grandmaster looked tired, the deep lines on his face reflecting the heavy, crushing stress of the recent political upheavals.
"Teacher," Tang San greeted softly, closing the wooden door behind him.
Yu Xiaogang looked up, his stiff, serious expression softening marginally at the sight of his most prized disciple. "Little San. You have returned. Your aura... it is incredibly dense. You have surpassed the Level 50 threshold."
"I have, Teacher. But I bring urgent, critical news," Tang San stated, wasting no time on pleasantries. He walked over to the desk and swiftly relayed the entire, comprehensive plan. He told his teacher detailed information about the secret alliance, the catastrophic losses suffered by the two great sects against Ning Fengzhi, and the finalized, absolute decision to relocate their entire foundation to the Star Luo Nation.
Yu Xiaogang listened in absolute silence. His brilliant, highly analytical mind processed the vast array of geopolitical variables with the speed of a supercomputer. He did not immediately protest or argue the merits of standing their ground. He sat perfectly still, his eyes tracking the invisible, shifting borders of power on the map spread before him.
Yu Xiaogang thought only for a brief, calculated moment before nodding his head in firm agreement.
"It is a highly pragmatic, logical retreat," Yu Xiaogang stated, his voice carrying the dry, clinical tone of a scholar evaluating a chessboard. "This is indeed a remarkably good idea, Little San. The political climate in the Heaven Dou capital has become incredibly toxic for anyone not flying the banner of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. Remaining here will inevitably subject our students and our faculty to severe, unrelenting political persecution and targeted violence. Relocating south will effectively help us escape from their expanding, suffocating sphere of influence."
Recognizing the closing window of opportunity, Yu Xiaogang immediately called for an emergency, high-level meeting of the academy's core leadership.
Within the hour, the modest faculty lounge was occupied by the pillars of Shrek Academy. Flender, the shrewd and pragmatic dean, adjusted his square glasses nervously. Zhao Wuji, the imposing, muscular vice-dean, stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed in confusion. Liu Erlong, the fiery, passionate woman who had originally built this sanctuary with her own two hands, sat with a rigid, defensive posture.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the head of the table. He did not sugarcoat the dire reality of their situation. He told Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Liu Erlong about the impending, massive migration of the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"I am officially asking you to relocate this new Shrek Academy entirely," Yu Xiaogang declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Or, at the very absolute least, we must take our most important, talented students and our vital teaching assets and migrate to the Star Luo Nation alongside the great sects."
He looked around the table, meeting their varied expressions of shock and hesitation. "I am absolutely sure that we would be treated incredibly well at the Star Luo Nation. With Dai Mubai's royal connections and the backing of two upper sects, we can secure prime real estate and ample funding to continue our educational mission without the constant fear of Zhang Tian's shadow."
Flender sighed heavily, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was a man who valued money, but he valued the survival and future of his precious students above all else. He knew a sinking ship when he saw one.
"The Grandmaster is right," Flender agreed, his voice tinged with a profound, lingering sadness. "Our reputation in this city is ruined. The investors have dried up. If we stay, we will be slowly starved of resources until we are forced to close our doors in disgrace. We must pack up the core assets and move while the roads are still open."
Zhao Wuji nodded his large, bear-like head in solemn agreement. "I don't like running with my tail between my legs, but fighting a war against the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect is suicide. I'm with you, Flender."
While Flender and Zhao Wuji rapidly agreed with the harsh, logical necessity of the retreat, the atmosphere in the room abruptly shattered.
SLAM!
Liu Erlong slammed her palms violently against the wooden table. The sheer physical force of her anger caused a hairline fracture to spiderweb across the polished surface. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floorboards. Her dark eyes burned with a fierce, uncompromising, and deeply emotional fury.
"I will not run like a beaten, pathetic dog!" Liu Erlong shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. She glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, a complex mixture of love and bitter disappointment swimming in her gaze.
She just told Yu Xiaogang flatly that she refused to abandon her home. "I built these walls with my own sweat and blood. I have profound, irreplaceable memories tied to every stone and every tree in this courtyard. This was the Blue Tyrant Academy before you slapped your green monster logo on the front gates. I absolutely won't be taking my academy, nor my pride, with you to the Star Luo Nation to hide behind the skirts of a foreign royal family."
"Erlong, you must look at the reality of the situation," Yu Xiaogang pleaded, his voice softening slightly as he attempted to reach through her fiery temper with cold logic. "Zhang Tian holds the absolute power here. If you remain, you will be constantly harassed, perhaps even targeted for elimination simply because of your association with me and Little San."
"Let them come!" Liu Erlong spat, her aura flaring with the heat of a raging fire dragon. "I will continue to teach the ordinary, hardworking students here who cannot afford to flee across borders. If you want to pack your bags and go, I won't stop you. But I am staying."
She turned her back on the men, walking toward the door with purposeful, heavy strides. "From this day forward, the name Shrek is dead in this city. I will just change the name of the academy to the Saint Dragon Academy which has no relation to either the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan or the Shrek Academy. May you find whatever peace you are looking for in the Star Luo Empire."
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving a heavy, melancholic silence in its wake. Write how Yu Xiaogang and Flender, despite their best, most persuasive efforts over the next few hours, were completely not able to convince her to change her stubborn, emotionally driven mind. She was an immovable object anchored by sentimentality.
Well, despite the painful fracturing of their leadership, Flender and Yu Xiaogang still managed to enact the core of their escape plan. They swiftly gathered their most prized, remaining assets. They managed to take Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar with them.
The trio of talented youths did go with their teachers, hurriedly packing their belongings in the dead of night. They didn't really have a viable choice in the matter. They were acutely, painfully aware that if they foolishly remained behind in the capital without the robust, protective support from Flender or Yu Xiaogang, they would be subjected to endless torment. They would be beaten relentlessly in the academy halls by students loyal to Zhang Tian's faction, entirely without anyone seeking justice or offering medical aid for them.
For Dai Mubai, the prospect of returning to the Star Luo Nation was a complex, highly dangerous political maneuver. Normally, returning home could once be considered a profoundly dangerous, potentially lethal thing. Under the ancient, brutal laws of his family, he would eventually have to fight against his elder brother, the Crown Prince Dai Weisi, in a bloody, no-holds-barred battle for the throne.
However, the political landscape of his homeland had been violently, drastically altered by the events of the tournament.
Dai Mubai sat silently in the rocking carriage, staring out the window at the passing trees. His handsome face was marred by a deep, lingering scowl.
'The ancient tradition of the death match is currently suspended,' Dai Mubai thought, his fists clenching tightly on his lap. 'The royal family has been utterly, publicly humiliated on an international stage. I have lost Zhu Zhuqing, my politically bound fiancee, to that red-haired monster, Zhang Tian. And the humiliation runs even deeper for the main line; even my eldest brother, Dai Weisi, had lost his official wife, Zhu Zhuyun, in front of the entire public, stolen away as a mere prize by the very same man.'
He knew the pride of his royal father. Dai Weisi, or even his father, the sovereign of the Star Luo Nation, absolutely won't deal with this internal matter of continuing their ancient, bloody tradition of the brothers fighting against each other with only one ultimate survivor who will be the crown prince and next leader of the Star Luo Nation. That brutal tradition was strictly placed on hold until they manage to miraculously recover Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun from that Zhang Tian, who was currently sitting comfortably and untouchable within the fortified walls of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's influence. The family needed to unite against an external threat before they could return to slaughtering one another. Therefore, returning home was a surprisingly safe harbor for the crippled prince.
Sitting across from him in the carriage, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were significantly less burdened by complex geopolitical strife. They were more or less cheerfully following along with their Boss Dai Mubai.
"Cheer up, Boss Dai," Ma Hongjun chirped casually, leaning back against the wooden seat and tossing a spirit-infused peanut into his mouth. "Leaving this stuffy city is the best thing that could happen to us."
"Exactly," Oscar agreed, conjuring a fresh, glowing sausage and taking a large, satisfied bite. "Also…I hope we aren't treated too badly in the Star Luo Empire. After all, Boss, you are a prince over there."
Ma Hongjun wiggled his eyebrows lecherously. "I've heard the women in the Star Luo Empire are incredibly fiery and passionate. With a royal prince backing our plays, we could enjoy ourselves with women in the Star Luo Nation without worrying about empty wallets. It's a fresh start, Hehehe."
The massive, highly coordinated migration of the two great sects and the remnants of the Shrek faction was not a subtle affair. Thousands of Spirit Masters, heavily laden supply wagons, and prominent figures moving en masse across the continent generated a significant footprint.
When this massive, game-changing news naturally reached Zhang Tian and Ah Yin through their omniscient, continent-spanning network of flora, a critical, tactical debate occurred within the opulent walls of the Heaven Dou mansion.
Zhang Tian sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he listened to Ah Yin's detailed, continuous report regarding the exact coordinates and travel speed of the fleeing convoys.
"They are moving quickly, husband," Ah Yin stated smoothly, her crimson eyes glowing in the dim light of the study. "They are highly vulnerable on the open roads. Their defensive formations are stretched thin."
Zhang Tian closed his eyes, his brilliant mind running countless combat simulations. He seriously wondered if he should let them go peacefully, or if he should seize this golden opportunity to strike a crippling, fatal blow. He could easily mobilize a terrifying strike force. He considered having the absolute best experts of both the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, the deadly poison of Dugu Bo, the overwhelming, lethal power of Bibi Dong, and his own shadows target the two sects while they are busy leaving and disorganized on the open highways. It would be a massacre that could effectively erase the Clear Sky Sect from history.
But then, a cold, pragmatic caution stayed his hand.
Zhang Tian thought deeply about the hidden, divine variables at play. He knew it might be incredibly, unacceptably troublesome if he forced their hand too early. If Tang San and Tang Hao were backed into a desperate, life-or-death corner while protecting their migrating families, the situation could spiral out of mortal control.
'Tang Hao is a wounded beast, but a beast backed by the Asura God,' Zhang Tian analyzed internally. 'If I ambush their convoy, Tang San and Tang Hao might get secretly assisted by the Asura God. The divine entity could actively boost his Deathgod Domain in the heat of battle.'
He pictured the horrific, devastating consequences of pushing the Clear Sky Douluo past his breaking point.
'If Tang Hao gets a divine boost from the god of slaughter and recklessly uses that suicidal Ring Explosion technique combined with that profound Great Sumeru Hammer arts... the resulting shockwave would be catastrophic,' Zhang Tian reasoned. 'He severely injured two Level 97 Super Douluos with a mere Level 95 cultivation. If he detonates his rings while backed by a god, he possesses the terrifying capability to instantly kill a massive bunch of Titled Douluo level experts of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. I cannot afford to lose my high-level assets in a muddy ditch just to satisfy an urge for an early victory.'
The risk of unacceptable, permanent casualties among his own vital allies was far too high. A cornered rat will bite the cat, and a cornered Tang Hao might shatter the continent.
Thus, Zhang Tian made a highly calculated, strategic decision. He opened his icy blue eyes, a dark, confident smirk touching his lips.
He let them leave. He allowed the massive convoys to pass through the borders untouched, watching them flee toward the southern sanctuary. However, he did not grant them true freedom. He ensured he was keeping an absolute, unbroken eye on their every single movement all through his vast, undetectable network of Blood Silver Grass. Every campfire they lit, every whispered conversation in the dark, was monitored to ensure they weren't making any sudden, treacherous moves against the Heaven Dou Nation, against the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, or against his own personal group. He would let the pigs fatten themselves up in the southern pens, waiting patiently for the perfect, flawless moment to execute the final slaughter.
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