When she left, Jiang Chen looked at Jiang Huan with puzzlement. Why had he agreed so readily?

Jiang Huan transmitted, a grin hanging on his face, “The walls have ears. Let’s talk later. In short, we’ll join them and then win a spot for them at the competition. It’s the precondition for the next step of our plan.”

“The next step? Uncle, what did you learn?”

“In sixty years, there’ll be a grand congregation of all the titled godkings in the Taiyuan Plane. Rumor has it that this meeting will decide Taiyuan’s fate. It’s imperative we attend it.”

A conference of titled godkings?

On the Taiyuan Plane, every...