"Why haven't they made a move?"
Inside the Unity Hall of the Cyan Wolf Stronghold, the lamplight flickered.
Yu Qiantong, the Upper Envoy of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance and the newly appointed Squad Leader of its Changshan Sub-Branch, was lounging on a large, tiger-skin chair. He had an arm around a woman on either side, both of whom were forcing smiles. His hostile gaze swept over the trembling Li Qianlang below, his tone laced with obvious displeasure.
"R-Reporting, Squad Leader."
Cold sweat beaded on Li Qianlang's forehead. Steeling himself, he took a step forward, bowed, and replied, "That Chen Sheng is as cunning as a fox. I suspect... he might have seen through part of our plan, which is why he hasn't made a move."
Previously, he had been quite confident in the plan to use 'Innate Spiritual Qi' as bait to lure Chen Sheng out of the city.
By his own measure, if he had learned of such an opportunity, he would have stopped at nothing to seize it.
