Outside of the Regional Palace at the Crimson River, situated in the Crimson Dragon City, Ye Futian, Xia Qingyuan and the others were waiting for news instead of being in a hurry to get into the Regional Palace.
While they had indeed set up an elaborate trap to take on the Ninth Servant in Qianye City, success remained uncertain. He was unable to be at ease until news reached him.
He knew that the City Lord from Ancient Imperial City would not be someone easy to take on.
However, the tension between both sides had escalated so much that they had to do something.
If they were to sit on their hands, the Ninth Servant would be the one getting to scheme against them instead.
Someone eventually appeared in Ye Futian's line of sight. It was Wu Yong.
Seeing Wu Yong's expression, the burden on Ye Futian's shoulders was lifted. At the very least, things seemed to have gone well.
