Just as Ling Chuxi and the rest were looking around, on a strange peak in the middle of the valley, a Cold Mountain wind blew past situ Wuying's face. His expression became even gloomier, but his eyes flashed with a strange light.
"My Lord, why haven't they started yet?" Xue Batian said, unable to suppress his excitement.
"What's the hurry?" Situ Wuying glanced at him and said.
"Will they really do as Milord has predicted?" Xue Batian asked.
"I've already hinted to them. If they still can't figure it out, what qualifications do they have to be among the top ten forces? Don't worry, they're not that stupid. " Situ Wuying said with confidence.
"What bullsh * t top ten forces? after today, the thousand Ridge will be our world. Hahahaha." Xue Batian couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Go rest and wait for my orders." Situ Wuying looked at him impatiently.
"Yes, my lord." Xue Batian retracted his smile and left respectfully.
