Zhang Kuang had always been the one plotting against others—when had he ever been outwitted himself?
This time, it seemed he had capsized in the gutter.
"Family Head, we can't just let this go! We must get our hands on the Tomb Burial Map," Old Wei said through gritted teeth.
"Of course we can't let it go that easily. However, taking the Tomb Burial Map from Shangguan Wudi's hands isn't as simple as we imagined. This matter requires a long-term plan!" Zhang Kuang's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind clearly brimming with schemes.
"Family Head, if all else fails, let me make a move. I can sneak into the Shangguan family clan and take both their Tomb Burial Maps! And if it's convenient, I'll take out Shangguan Hao along the way. Shangguan Hao is Shangguan Wudi's only heir—without him, Shangguan Wudi will have no descendants. That'll teach Shangguan Wudi a lesson!" Old Wei suddenly proposed with a sinister tone.
