In the vast underground courtyard, Li Qing sat at the stone table.
"The strategy is almost complete, both sides have made their moves, and the little boss Sylvie in front of me has already started working hard, so I can take a break. In a few thousand years, when the puppets who think they're on stage start wielding their knives at me, I'll be ready.
"The long years, perhaps I should wait a few thousand more years."
Li Qing sighed deeply, with a trace of emotion in his voice.
Ever since there was the subspace, time has indeed become more and more prolonged, but he has also become more cautious, not wanting to pay too much attention to the ordinary geniuses of many eras.
The mindset of the Emperor back then, Li Qing now understands even more.
The Emperor didn't bother with Emperor Tiansheng, rare interactions, was because he knew, how many people in the era could transcend? In the end, it's just birth, aging, sickness, and death.
