Deepblue’s eyes filled with loathing. With a wave of his hand, he ordered his people to bring Wordwind Demon away. With a personality like that, how could he possibly be a spy? It seemed he had been overthinking things too much.

“Thank you Saint Son, thank you!” Groveling gratitude echoed out in the wind as Wordwind Demon shamelessly bowed. His old and rickety waist seemed like a dead piece of grass that couldn’t withstand the tiniest bit of weight.

“Saint Son, it now seems that the information Shadethorn Demon brought back shouldn’t have any problems. Since there are signs that Shan Wugu is preparing to revolt, should we make some early preparations?” Han Shanye respectfully asked.

Deepblue’s eyes were cold. “Shadethorn Demon, what do you think?”

Beads of sweat formed on Shadethorn Demon’s forehead. He fell to his knees and bowed to the floor. “Saint Son, your subordinate dares to guarantee that Shan Wugu absolutely doesn’t know just how much information I gleaned. Drawing back 10,000 steps, even if he knows his plot was revealed, in the current situation he can only continue forwards because the Saint Furnace will soon be unsealed and there isn’t any time for him to change his plans.”

Deepblue’s smile curled upwards. “This time, if we can kill Shan Wugu, then you will have the greatest merit in doing so!”

Shadethorn Demon was overjoyed, but in the next moment he was a little worried. With his understanding of the Saint Son, if everything proceeded smoothly then he would be well r...