Aric leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest as he gazed at the information provided by his spies. Long Tianyun was recuperating from the recent battle injuries, his pride wounded but his strength slowly returning. As powerful as Long Tianyun was, Aric knew that striking him now wouldn't deliver the satisfying, decisive blow he craved. He wanted Long Tianyun stronger, brimming with potential, before he cut him down to size.
"Let him be for now," Aric murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with calculated malice. "There will be more to gain when he rises further."
With Long Tianyun temporarily off his radar, Aric's focus shifted to finding his next target—a new Son of Luck to exploit. He knew that luck and fate were dangerous adversaries, but if he could control and twist them to his advantage, it would only solidify his own power.
