บท 117: Planting

Egypt, in the mysterious manor.

An old man in a white robe sat on an ancient throne, holding a silver-white scepter in both hands, with gray hair.

After dozens of hours, a dim light flashed on that scepter with a unique rhythm.

When the old man saw this, his eyes gradually lit up.

In front of him, a middle-aged man was kneeling on one knee, with a respectful look.

After the flickering light disappeared, the old man in the white robe slowly spoke, breaking the silence with a deep voice, "The Ancestor has sent back the news. Confirmation is complete. This time, we can start all our plans." 

When the man on one knee listened, a touch of madness appeared in his eyes, but his voice was a little puzzled, and whispered, "In fact, we could move when we were in the Ancient Town. And the Kunlun Mountain and the Zhao Family incidents have already been confirmed. There is no need to waste such a long time."