It was the familiar little tavern he walked into, silently taking a seat at the innermost spot, quietly awaiting.
Today, there were no customers in the tavern; perhaps they had all gone to pay attention to the Battle for the Throne. The server brought Tang San a cup of barley beer, said nothing more, and then withdrew on his own.
Not long after, a ghostly figure gradually materialized opposite Tang San's table, like a mist suddenly arising, transforming into something akin to life itself.
"How's it going?" Tang San asked calmly.
"Everything is progressing smoothly. We have started the initial segmentation. However, the progress won't be too fast, as we must be very careful. Are you really confident you can conceal your presence from his divine consciousness? Otherwise, all our efforts will be futile."
