On the other side of the planet, Yanzi City.
The night was as dark as ink.
Wang Qianjun sat in his study, savoring the tea, appearing quite at ease.
In the tranquility, a man dressed in black silently and stealthily appeared beside him.
Wang Qianjun set down his teacup, chuckling softly, "Everything going smoothly?"
"Very smoothly," the man in black said in a deep voice, "Master's strategies are brilliant, everything is under your control. Sure enough, Ye Xuan first went to Ethiopia to meet with Tyron. Unfortunately, the Holy Mansion arranged for over a hundred experts and still couldn't kill him. Otherwise, it would have been truly perfect."
"That Ye Xuan, after all, the Black Emperor who has fought countless battles and remained undefeated for years, is not easy to kill with sheer force alone."
