"Someone's trying to sabotage again?"
Xiao Yongsheng lifted his head, rings akin to tree rings surfacing in his pupils.
"Which little mouse keeps sabotaging my plans?" Frustration welled up in Xiao Yongsheng's heart. Since several days ago, he had discovered fluctuations in his sacrificial rituals, which occasionally ended in failure. He had been constantly amending and adjusting them for success.
This gave him the illusion that his adversary was aware of his actions, and he could predict the adversary's movements as well—two people who knew each other's secrets locked in confrontation.
"We must find a way to locate the other party. Otherwise, if we drag on, I won't be able to hold up."
Xiao Yongsheng refused to entangle any further with his opponent. If this continued, he would surely be the one to perish, and his cancer was growing more severe.
"So I must strike first and eliminate the opponent preemptively."
