"You want to create your own Netherworld Ring," Ling Yan said with realization.
Ye Qingtang nodded.
"I was wondering how I could stir things up between the Ancient You Clan and the Crimson League before, but now I have an idea," she said with a smile.
"You're planning to let word out that the Ancient You Clan has stolen the Netherworld Ring?"
Ye Qingtang wasn't surprised at all that Ling Yan had managed to guess her plan. He was extraordinarily intelligent and could easily think of the same plan that she had.
"That's right, the real Netherworld Ring is in the hands of the Holy Lord of Shadows. Since the Crimson League is demanding it of me, I'll make them a fake one. But it can never land in their hands, so I'll let out word about the location of the Netherworld Ring, and the fact that I'm going to move it elsewhere…"
