That was right. Lingxu City had many enemies, so why had all previous invasions failed?

Why had Fang Canran, who had been hidden in Lingxu City for decades, been unable to find an opportunity to act during all his time there? Could it be that this was actually the norm?

Why was He Lingchuan the only one who had succeeded in a single strike?

Was his luck simply too good?

Could luck alone cover every aspect of accomplishing such a major undertaking?

After calculating back and forth, all variables ultimately still came down to the “person.”

Although Dong Rui had also been a participant, he could not find an answer. He could only rub his chin and change the subject. “You really aren’t afraid they’ll trace this back to you?”

“I am,” replied He Lingchuan honestly. “But in the short term, they should look in the wrong direction. Mm, in the short term.”

“How so?”

“If you were the Heavenly Palace and the Monster Emperor, would you think the ones who disrupted Mount Xu and the ones who threw Lingxu City into chaos are actually two separate groups?”

Dong Rui shook his head without needing to think...