"Attention, please. We are here to discuss how to obtain the treasures or the secrets of the Ancient Yi Clan and to weaken the powers of the Heavenly Network, not to force Nie Ting into using his last resort. None of us could bear the consequences," someone spoke in the darkness.
"How's your injury, Satan?" the Bishop asked, seemingly concerned.
But a frosty look emerged on Satan's face. Then, the Bishop continued, "Now we can be certain that the man who wounded you was the ninth Heavenly King of the Heavenly Network. So, are you planning for revenge? As far as I know, you have no descendants… and will not have any in the future."
The Saint, who had been resting with his eyes closed, knocked on the table and said impatiently, "We have to reach a conclusion today. Don't waste any more time."
The tent fell into silence again. Only the Saint had the right to call the conversation between Satan and the Bishop a waste of time.
