Song Zhen sat down to ponder, waiting for time to pass.
Song Zhen didn't seem worried about a potential battle breaking out between the two, and Yan Xiaobao was too anxious to be concerned. Time flew by. Soon, the eleventh and twelfth hours were gone, and the thirteenth hour had arrived.
Song Zhen opened his eyes. He stood up, approached Yan Xiaobao, and his right hand began to shimmer. He stared intently at the air in front of Yan Xiaobao, utterly confident that when the seventh key appeared, he would be able to seize it.
Even if Nightcrypt tried to back out of the deal and attempted to absorb the key, Song Zhen was still very confident, considering how close he was. With his deep cultivation foundation, and his innate speed, even praised by the elders, he was sure he could grab it.
Time elapsed. Ten breaths left. Six. Three. Finally, the thirteenth hour arrived.
